I remember the back seats
In the local movie houses.
It was there we pitched woo
And I got to know you.
It was our first date,
After I had met you.
Others would follow,
Until the war took me away.
You wrote to me every day,
And it gave purpose for coming home.
It made my days and nights,
Knowing I had a gal waiting for me.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron