I was leaving, he was leaving, we were all leaving. After 3 years of being in this hell hole called Korea.
I remember only the bad stuff, the blood, bodies and bombs, and only one good thing; Hawkeye. I don't know what I would of done if he wasn't here, if I hadn't of found him. What would this place of been like, what would BJ of turned out like if Frank and I had 'moulded him' into out perfect little soldier? What would I have turned out like? That though scared me.
I remember when he used to bug me, asking me stupid questions as to what I likes, disliked, favourite colour all sort of pointless things. Just so that he would have something to attack me with, or so I thought.
Any way here we are, about to leave this place forever. He looks at me, he wants to say something, I can tell but he stops himself
"so, uh" he beings
"Yeah" I say
We look at each other and the next thing I know, were kissing. The most amazing kiss I have ever had. He was always a good kisser. As well reluctantly pull away, I look into his eyes, there was something there that I had looked for, for most of my life…Love!
"French Toast" I say to him
He looks at me confused
"French Toast, you once asked me if I preferred French toast or Pancakes." "It's French Toast"
He looks at me a laughs
"I like slushy romance novels, sun flowers, walks in the mornings, Sunday afternoons curled up on the sofa, yellow is my favourite colour" I say franticly. He stops me, by placing is finger to my lips "and… I love you" I say.
He smiles the best smile I can ever say he has given to me
"You know why I asked you those things?" He says
I shake my head, no
"Because I wanted to know you, everything about you"
Tears a welling up in my eyes, I know that I have found the right man.
"But, were going have to have a little talk about those morning walks, as you know, I'm not a morning person"
We both laugh