Facing a blustery wind

On a cold winter's night.

There in the shadows,

A form comes into sight.

Can't seem to make it out,

As tears welled in my eyes.

Seems like a young lady,

As she let out a sigh.

She was happy to see me

As she thought she was lost.

I asked where she was going;

To the canteen, as I'm the host.

I'll be glad to drive you,

And she happily agreed.

She was a very nice person.

I drove without much speed.