I won't be updating as quickly with this story because the chapters are going to be quite a bit longer than usual, and each one will be focused on a different character. For example this chapter is centered around Finn, the next will be about Puck and so on…

"Noah Puckerman and I had been the best of friends since our grammar school days. So of course when it came time to fight for our country we were in it together, no matter what. Puck was a charmer from day one, there wasn't a dame on this planet that he couldn't sweep off her feet if only for a moment, and Rachel Berry was no different, or so he thought. Rachel was the prettiest little lady I'd laid my eyes on since I left Ohio, she had eyes you could get lost in, a smile that lit up the town and a figure—

"I've seen the pictures Grampy," Tabby cut in.

"I'm trying to tell a story here, remember your manners," he snapped.

"Sorry, you were saying?"

Anyway, we were stationed at Trenton, but we decided to spend our last leave before deployment in The Big Apple, living it up like those were our last days on Earth, and with the war in our near future they very well could have been…


Manhattan, 1941

"Christ it's cold," Puck said, blowing into his hands as they marched down the city sidewalk in search of booze, broads and a reprieve from the bitter January cold.

"If you're going to make it two seconds in England you're gonna need to get used to it buddy," Finn said, clapping his friend on the back.

"I won't be thinking about the cold when I'm waist deep in dead Germans. I can't wait to kick some Nazi ass, you mess with my people you're messing with me."

"That's the spirit Puckerman," Finn said.

As they walked, the sound of Jazz began to penetrate the atmosphere, as soon as they heard it Finn and Puck grew instantly warm. If there was one thing the two men shared in common, it was the intense love of good music, and the Warbler Room was the place for it that night.

"Do you hear that?" Finn said, stopping Puck in his tracks. It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, and as he listened he felt as if his heart had began to beat a little faster.

"Are you okay man?" Puck said, noticing the look of utter entrancement on Finn's face.

"We have to go in," Finn said.

"I thought we were going to Jack's" Puck said.

"Forget Jack's," Finn said, marching ahead of his friend, who simply shrugged and followed Finn's lead.

Maybe I'll win and maybe I'll lose
Maybe I'm in for crying the blues
But nevertheless I'm in love with you

"Hot Damn," Puck said as they entered the club. Finn remained silent, he was utterly speechless. He couldn't tell what was more beautiful, her or her voice. Either way he couldn't keep the goofy grin off of his face, he couldn't make his heart slow down and he couldn't keep his hands from sweating. It must have been what love felt like, he had no way of knowing, he had never been in love. He had dated girls, many girls, beautiful girls with flowing hair and rosy lips and perfect breasts, girls who by traditional standards were even prettier than the striking brunette onstage. But none of them had made him feel the way he did in that moment, scared and excited and breathless all at once. Somehow, and he didn't know how, but somehow he was going to talk to her.

"Dibs," Puck said before Finn could open his mouth to speak. Of course Puck would call dibs. But it wasn't over, not by a long shot. Finn may not have been as smooth as his friend, but he was handsome, and tall, and a gentlemen, and dames liked that. You can do this he thought to himself. As she sang she glanced at Finn, or at least he thought she was glancing at him, and she smiled a bit, the sweetest smile he'd ever seen. She was definitely looking at him, if only for a moment. There was no way he could do this.

Somehow I know at a glance the terrible terrible chances I'm taking
Fine at the start but then left with a heart that's breaking
Maybe I'll live a life of regret
And maybe I'll give much more than I get
But nevertheless I'm in love with you

Finn clapped enthusiastically as she finished, he wondered if he should whistle but he decided against it, thinking she might not find it appropriate.

"Thank you, you're all lovely," The beautiful young singer said to the crowd. "I'll be taking a short break but until then please enjoy the musical stylings of Mr. Blaine Anderson," She continued, gesturing toward a sharply dressed, Raven-haired young man sitting at the piano. As Rachel descended the stage, daintily holding up her dress to climb down the stairs Puck began to saunter toward her. He was going to talk to her first, Finn just knew it, yet there was nothing he could do, the very idea of approaching that girl terrified him. Girls didn't usually make him nervous that way. But he knew he had to get it together if he was going to have a fighting chance, so he straightened his tie and cleared his throat and traipsed up to the brunette as his friend did the same.

"Why hello miss," Puck said, getting her attention. She smiled sweetly at him and extended her gloved hand.

"Hello yourself sir. Did you enjoy the show?" She said.

Puck raised one eyebrow at her suavely. "Enjoyed is putting it mildly," he said before pressing a soft kiss to her hand. She blushed at the contact. She was blushing, Puck was making her blush, the bastard. "I'm Noah Puckerman."

"I'm Rachel Berry, and may I ask what your name is sir?" she said, directing her attention toward Finn next. She talked to him, she was talking to him, it was his moment.

"You sing real pretty," Finn said smiling stupidly at her, Goddamnit Hudson get it together.

"Thank you, you're very kind,"

"And um, Finnegan, my name, it's Finnegan."

"That's an odd sort of name," Rachel said. "I must say I like it."

She liked his goofy name, it was a start. "Well you know, you can call me Finn, or Hudson, that's my last name, I'm Finn Hudson. I'm a soldier, actually I'm a fighter pilot, we both are. We're shipping out to England next month, have you ever been to England? I hear they call fries chips there which is kind of strange but I guess England is kind of strange, especially the accents, do you ever wonder why they don't have accents in America?"

"Aww grampy I never knew that you were dork."

"I was no such thing, now do you want to hear this story or not?"

"Well you're the one who insisted on telling it but please do go on,"

"Well it is very nice to meet you both, what brings you to New York?" Rachel said graciously.

"We're young and free, we go where the mood takes us," Puck said. "And we would be damned if we went off to war without experiencing the great city of New York and it's fine… scenery." He looked her up and down at the last comment, making Finn roll his eyes subtly.

"Why Mr. Puckerman you are entirely too much," She said placing a flirtatious hand on her chest. He smirked at her, pleased with himself. "I must say boys, I thoroughly admire your bravery."

"And I thoroughly admire your figure," Puck said, he was really laying it on that night.

"Mr. Puckerman if your intent is to woo me I suggest you start by buying me a drink."

"I could buy you a drink," Finn cut in, "You know, or two. I mean, not that I want to get you drunk or anything, you know, unless you want to… I don't judge." why are you still talking you idiot? He thought silently to himself.

"Hold that thought, the boss is calling me," Rachel said, departing.

"What are you doing?" Puck seethed to his bumbling friend after she had left earshot.

"Wow, she's something isn't she?" Finn said dreamily.

"Yes, which is exactly why I'm trying to work my magic and you haven't taken your foot out of your mouth since you got here. Why don't you go talk to that girl?" Puck said, pointing to a cute blonde in the corner.

"I don't want to talk to—

"This is absolutely unacceptable!"

Finn and Puck turned their heads towards the tiny brunette who now appeared to be chewing out her boss, and rather loudly at that. "What do you mean I've been bumped?"

"I'm sorry sweetheart," Said the tall, surly man she was barking at.

"Don't sweetheart me, I demand to know why you're cutting me off after you promised me a full-set Mr. Karofsky!"

"I'm putting Jones on," He said nonchalantly.

"Mercedes?" Rachel said. "She's off tonight."

"Not anymore," Karofsky said. "I'm sorry doll, negroes attract more business, you know that."

"Talent attracts business Karofsky, I am the best singer in this entire city and I refuse to be disrespected by the likes of you."

"Have you heard every other singer in this city?"

"That's not the point, I've had it up to here with your lack of appreciation for my talent. This is the third time this week I've been bumped. "

"If you don't like it you can take your act to the Shadow club."

"I refuse to sing at a segregated club, you know that."

"Then I suggest you quit your bitchin,' you're making a scene. You're bumped, deal with it," Karofsky said, turning to leave.

"Argh! You'll pay for this Karofsky! I know people!" she spat, stomping her foot and making tight fists with her hands before marching off.

"What happened?" Finn said, catching up to her.

"That man is infuriating," She said, fuming. "Now are one of you boys going to buy me a drink or what?"

"She's all yours man, this broad's obviously a handful. I like 'em feisty and everything but yeesh," Puck whispered over to Finn before peeling off toward the blonde.

"Um, so do you like Sea Breezes?" Finn said nervously.


"I swear if I can't get a full set sometime this month I don't know how I'm going to keep a roof over my head. That man has some nerve, he's just a big dumb bully who lives off of other people's talent. But one day I'm going to get out of this place and men like David Karofsky are going to be groveling at my feet." Rachel said, sipping her drink at the bar as Mercedes sang a soulful tune. Finn hadn't talked much in the twenty minutes that had passed, mostly because he was afraid of saying something stupid, but he liked sitting next to her, he liked listening to her talk, even if he only caught about every five words, and he liked looking at her. He liked the way her thick, dark hair curled around the fragrant gardenia holding it in place, he liked the shapes her plump, red lips made as she talked, he liked the way her eyes sparkled.

"Well, she's good I'll give her that," Rachel admitted.

"Yeah," Finn shrugged, finally speaking. "But you're better."

She blushed, he made her blush. "You're very kind Mr. Hudson."

"I'm serious, when I heard you sing I just had to come in, it was like you drew me to you. You know, like those mermaids who make ships crash."

"You mean sirens?" Rachel said.

"No those are those things on top of police cars," Finn said stupidly. "But if you don't mind my saying, when I heard you sing it… touched something in me… right here." he said sincerely, putting his hand on his chest.

"Your heart is on the other side of your chest," she said, taking his hand and moving it to the left. His hand tingled at the contact and an unwitting smile reached his lips.

"It's beating real hard," He said sheepishly.

"Mr. Hudson would you care to dance?" She said.

"I don't know," he mumbled, "I mean, I'd probably step all over your feet."

"Mr. Hudson there's something I think you should know about me," Rachel said. "I don't take no for an answer." At that she got up and grabbed his large hand in her small one, leading him out to the dance floor. He hesitantly placed his hands on her waist as she circled her arms around his neck. As they began to dance he looked over her shoulder at Puck who was currently dancing with the blonde, he met his eye and Puck gave him a subtle thumbs up. Finn smiled and turned his attention back to his dance partner.

"I must say Mr. Hudson, I'm glad it was you," Rachel whispered softly into his ear.

"Me?" Finn said.

"You caught my attention straight away," Rachel said softly. "Couldn't you tell?"

"So did you," Finn said. "I'm mean you're a real—

"Ow!" Rachel exclaimed, cutting him off as he accidently crushed her tiny foot under his giant one.

"Oh Jesus, I am so sorry are you okay?"

"That's quite alright Mr. Hudson," she giggled.

"Everyone always said I had two left feet, It's lucky I can sing," He said.

"You sing?"

"Not like you," He said. "I don't think I've ever heard anyone sing like you before."

"I would love to hear you sometime," she said. "I'm sure you have a lovely—

"Can I kiss you?" Finn said, cutting her off, he wasn't sure what had come over him but being around her seemed to make him even stupider than usual.

"I beg your pardon," She said.

"I'm sorry," he said frantically. "It's just, I have this problem. Sometimes I just say whatever it is I'm thinking without meaning to, and right now I'm thinking that I really want to kiss you. That is if you want me to."

She smiled nervously and bit her bottom lip in contemplation. And at that she gently grabbed his collar and stood up on her tiptoes to capture his lips in hers.

"Way to go Grampy!"

"Yeah, and here you are calling me a dork,"

"Yeah you were definitely a dork."

"And you're a smart aleck. It's that red hair."

"Why do you blame all of my character flaws on my hair? How is that relevant?"

"Anyway, where was I?"

"Your first kiss with Gramsy."

"Oh that's right..."

It was the kiss of the century, the Superman of kisses, and he knew at that moment that he never wanted to kiss anyone else's lips again. It was a little frightening to be honest, he didn't even know her. It wasn't normal to feel that way about someone he didn't know, someone that he would probably never see again after that night, but he had to see her again.

"I want to see you again," Finn said breathlessly as she separated her lips from his.

"You're seeing me now." She said, giggling a bit.

"I meant after tonight," he clarified. "I want to see you again."

"You're going to be trouble aren't you?" she said narrowing her gorgeous eyes at him.

"I'm not trouble. I promise you that," Finn insisted. "Now Puckerman, he's trouble."

"I could tell," she said. "But you, you're different aren't you?"

"I try to be," he said shrugging.

"I like that."

"I like you."

"You can kiss me again if you'd like."

And he did.


Nothing was going to happen that night, she wasn't that kind of girl, but it was okay, just being with her a little longer was enough. Puck and the blonde had peeled off with Finn's blessing and now he walked hand in hand with Rachel, barely feeling the intense chill in the air with her by his side, talking about everything and nothing. And he talked too, about his childhood in Lima, about Puck, about his father, about music, about flying, about life.

"I want to do that," Rachel said pointing at a poster for Lady in the Dark as they passed by the theatre.

"Design posters?" Finn joked.

"No," she said, nudging him playfully. "Sing on Broadway. It's been a dream of mine since I was little."

"You should do that," he said encouragingly. "That would be perfect for you."

"If only it were that simple," She said dourly. "Right now keeping my dad fed is priority one. I sing at the club by night, work the factory by day, there just aren't enough hours to commit to auditions."

"Well, that's nice of you to take care of your dad."

"It's not forever, just until he gets back on his feet, ever since…"

"Ever since what?" Finn said, goading her on.

"It's a bit of a long story."

"I like stories," he said, shrugging.

She gave him a look that suggested she didn't know quite whether to trust him or not, and as she turned up one corner of her mouth a little he could tell that she did. "I feel like I should start at the beginning. You see, my dad, he isn't my real dad."

"That's not so strange," Finn said. "Lots of kids get adopted."

"He's also not my only dad, or at least he wasn't."

Finn stopped short, unsure of what she meant by that.

"You see, my mom, my real mom, she got very sick when I was young, too young for me to remember much about her really," Rachel continued. "And it came to a point where she knew she wasn't long for this world and she wanted to make sure that I was taken care of, that I wouldn't end up growing up in orphanages the way she did, but she had no family and no real friends aside from Hiram Berry."

"Your dad?"

"Mm hmm. Hiram and my mother were very close, they grew up in the same orphanage and even after he left at 18 he was always there when she needed him no matter what. So when my mother died she knew that I would be taken care of, that Hiram and Leroy would treat me as their own."

"And Leroy is…"

"My other dad," Rachel said carefully. "He was Hiram's… companion."

It took a minute for Finn to realize what she was talking about. "Oh," he said simply.

"Does that offend you Mr. Hudson?"

Finn scratched the back of his head in contemplation. "Well, I've heard stories about that type of thing, but, you know, I never really thought anything of it. I suppose it's no business of mine either way."

"Well you're a rare person indeed Mr. Hudson," She said, smiling warmly at him.

"You said he was his companion, what happened to him?" Finn asked.

"Late last year he was killed when he was walking home from work. It was always something we feared might happen, he was a negro you see, and the companion of another man, as hard as we tried to keep our private life private it didn't always take." She began to get choked up at that point and Finn's simple reaction was to gently squeeze her hand. "It happened rather suddenly actually, and it's been very hard on him, on both of us. Sometimes he just sits by himself for hours not saying a word or doing a thing."

"I'm sorry, Rachel," Finn said, brushing his thumb back and forth over her hand. "When my father died in the Great War my mom told me she cried herself to sleep every night for months. I couldn't even imagine that kind of pain. I think when you love someone enough, losing them, it's like losing a part of yourself I reckon."

"Yeah, I suppose it is. In any case, I'm all he has now, and I made a promise to myself that I would never leave him, that I would take care of him the way he and Leroy took care of me all those years, until he can face the world again," she said sadly. "I've never really talked about this before. There's something about you Mr. Hudson, somehow I feel like I can trust you."

"You can trust me," he said, looking deeply into her eyes, he brushed a stray bit of hair out of her face and kissed her lips again, they were cold and damp from the snow, but still so soft and sweet. He looked into her eyes, as if he were searching them, and she recoiled a little, somehow knowing everything he was feeling at that moment.

"But, you're leaving Finn," she said simply.

"I know, but deployment is a month away, you have any plans until then?" He said before bringing her in closer and kissing her as if her lips were his reason for living.

"I was right," she said breathlessly. "You are trouble."


That month passed by like lightning and he spent almost every waking moment with her. They went everywhere, dancing, to the theatre, to Central Park, to Coney Island. And sometimes they would just stay in, she would cook for him and her dad, and Finn would sing for them both and Rachel applauded so enthusiastically he felt like Sinatra, and they would spend the night together in her bed, holding each other and kissing and everything but sleeping, and they went out with Puck too. Puck had a different girl almost every night it seemed, but for Finn it was only Rachel. They had only known each other a short while but Finn felt as if he had known her his whole life, like being with her, talking to her, kissing her, was the easiest thing in the world. There was only one problem, he was leaving. He knew that it was coming, but somehow when he found himself getting ready to meet her his last night in New York he felt as if he couldn't breathe, like the very thought of spending so much time without her after spending so little time with her took the wind right out of him.

"So you're going to see Rachel I'm guessing," Puck said as Finn adjusted his tie in the mirror.

"I don't know if I can do this," Finn said, his voice breaking.

"Sure you can man," Puck said. "You're leaving to fight for your country, you're a damn hero, which means tonight you're just about the luckiest bastard who ever lived. Now I don't know why you'd want to spend your whole leave wrapped around only one dame but she's mighty cute, I would aim to take advantage."

"I'm in love with her Puck."

Puck didn't speak right away, he just gave him a confused look, as if Finn had just told him he collected human hearts in jars.

"Wow, you are one stupid sonofabitch," Puck said in a way that somehow wasn't completely insulting.

"I never should have let this happen," Finn said. "I was fine a month ago, I was ready for this, and now. It's like I don't know anymore."

"What do you mean you don't know? You're a soldier Hudson, that's who you are and you're telling me you're going to let some woman make you rethink that?"

"I don't know what I'm saying, this dame's got me all twisted about. It's like thinking about leaving makes my chest hurt."

"You've only known this girl for a month Finn."

"I can't leave unless I know that she's going to be waiting for me, I can't face the next few years without knowing that she's mine."

"What are you getting at?" Puck said. "Please don't say what I think you're going to say."

"Don't wait up," Finn said, grabbing his jacket and leaving without another word.


She was completely quiet, in the month that he'd known her he was pretty sure she hadn't stopped talking the whole time, but as he walked her home from their date she simply stared forward, not saying a word.

"Are you okay Rachel?"

She only nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"I shouldn't have done this," she blurted, her eyes starting to glisten with tears. "I should have just used my head and left it at just a dance."

"You don't mean that," Finn said.

"Of course I don't, that's what's so crazy," she said, crying bitterly. "A smart person would have meant it. A smart person never would have allowed themselves to feel this way about someone they're never going to see again."

"Don't say that," he said, cupping her face and staring intensely into her eyes. "I'll be back Rach, nothing is going to keep me from coming back to you."

She smiled weakly. "I know you think it's going to be easy to keep that promise—

"I know it will. From the very first moment I saw you, that was it for me. I'm ruined for other dames."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I love you."

"You do?" She said through quiet sobs. "But—

"Please don't tell me how long it's been, it doesn't matter to me, and it doesn't matter to you either, I can tell."

She shook her head and smiled. "No, it doesn't matter."

"Do you love me Rachel? In spite of everything can you look at me right now and say with total honesty that you love me?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation. "I love you very much Finn Hudson."

"Then I think you have to marry me."

She chuckled a little, "You're joking?"

"We can go to city hall tomorrow before I leave, Puck can be our witness, what do you say?"

"You're not joking."

"Not about this."

"You're crazy."

"I'm not, at least I wasn't before I met you," Finn said.

She looked as if she didn't know what to say, as if she was torn between her head and her heart and her heart was winning, just like it always did.

"Whatever will I wear?" she finally said. And at that he began to laugh and swept her up in his arms, spinning her around. She was going to marry him, she was going to be his wife. There was no way that he wasn't coming back from that war, because Finn Hudson was the luckiest man in the world.


"Is there any way I can make you change your mind?" Puck said adjusting the collar on Finn's uniform.

"Not a thing, I'm doing this Puck, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"Which is why you only told me," Puck argued.

"If we told people then they would have tried to talk me out of it. We'll have a proper wedding when I come home, with all of our family there, and Rachel in a white dress and me in a fancy tux with one of those little hats that the Jews wear. It's going to be great."

"Would your mom even approve of you marrying a Jew?"

"We can go overseas and die for them but when it comes to love that's off-limits? What do you call that?"

"Hypocrisy," Puck said.

"If my mom loves me then she'll love Rachel too, that's all I know."

"Well, good luck man, you know I'm always in your corner, even when you insist on doing something as stupid as this.

"Thanks buddy," Finn said.

They took their places, and as Finn waited for his bride to meet him it felt as if his heart was trying to escape. He had never been more nervous in his life, but somehow it was the good sort of nervous. This was right, he knew it, if anything he was afraid that she might not be as sure as he was, that she would leave him waiting there, doomed to go to war without his wife, without his Rachel waiting for him, and the thought of it terrified him. He wouldn't peel his eyes away from the door, and as she finally walked through it his breath hitched in his throat. She was perfect, she wore a beautiful dress, deep blue with tiny red flowers all over it, and her flowing hair was pulled back with a thick red ribbon and her lips were painted a rosy crimson to match the natural blush of her cheeks at the sight of the man who in just a few short minutes would be her husband and she held a bouquet of freshly picked flowers in her perfect hands. She grabbed his hand and smiled up at him as she took her place by his side. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to kiss her so badly that he could barely contain it, but he knew that he would have to wait until the end.

His heart was pounding so loudly he could barely make out what the judge was saying, but he came in on the important moments, like when he asked for the name of their witness and when he prompted them to exchange rings, the simple silver bands he had picked out that very morning from an antique shop nearby, and he definitely heard Rachel say I do, and the judge say you may now kiss the bride, and boy did he ever.

"How much time do we have," Rachel said as they walked hand in hand down the hallway, newly married and beaming while at the same time terribly sad.

"I have to be at the train station in an hour," and at that Rachel grabbed him by the tie before he had a chance to react and dragged him into the nearest elevator.

"What are you doing?" he said as she pressed the stall button, not caring that a few people would be inconvenienced."Rachel I—

She didn't allow him to get anymore words out before she attacked his lips with hers, and with an alarming amount of strength for someone so small, she backed him against the wall and continued to kiss him with the sort of passion and longing that only existed in trashy romance novels. He swept her hair back and began to kiss her neck as she unbuckled his belt and he reached under her skirt, sliding down her underwear.

"Sorry, I know this isn't much of a honeymoon," Finn joked.

She giggled, "As long as it's with you it's perfect Finn." And she closed the distance between them again. He was barely inside of his own head, his hands and his lips were everywhere, exploring every part of her with almost reckless urgency. She sighed a little as he hoisted her up and backed her against the wall, plunging his tongue into her mouth as she lightly tugged on his hair and at that he pushed himself into her, and she gasped softly into his mouth and clenched her fists into his hair, hurting him in the best way. "I'm going to miss you so much," he whispered into her hair.

"I'll write you every day," she panted.

"You promise?"

"Every day," she insisted. "I love you, Finn Hudson."

"I love you too, Rachel Hudson." He said, loving the way that sounded.

I wanted that last kiss to last a lifetime

Please tell me you're actually talking about a kiss Grampy


He knew that she was going to cry, he hated to see her cry.

"Now you promise me that you'll be careful," She said, smoothing out the lapels on his uniform even though they were plenty smooth already.

"Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise." Finn said rubbing her arms comfortingly.

"And Puckerman you better take care of him," she said next.

"I will, he's like a brother to me," Puck said, "Now give me some sugar girl." And she smiled and hugged him before he got onto the train, giving them a few moments alone.

"I love you so much baby," Finn said, trying not to cry and failing miserably.

"I want you to have this," she said, handing him a small box. "It belonged to my father Leroy. He gave it to me before he died and I fully expect for you to return it to me."

He began to open it.

"No," she said, stopping him. "Wait until you get on the train."

"I don't have anything for you," he said.

She only shrugged and kissed him sweetly. "I love you."

As the last call sounded Finn kissed her one last time and turned away quickly, not wanting her to see the tears in his eyes, and not wanting to see the tears in hers.

"What is that?" Puck said as Finn sat down and began to open the small box.

"It's a gift, or more like a loan." Finn said, his voice breaking a little. As he looked inside the small box he smiled a little. It was a silver harmonica, engraved with the picture of a bald eagle and there was a note tucked beside it.

For Finn,

Who loves music and loves to fly. Be safe my love.

Always,

Rachel Hudson.


"Wow Grampy," Tabby said. "I never knew any of that."

"Nobody did," Finn said. "As far as our family was concerned we married in 1946, 5 years later."

"And she really wrote you every day?"

"I still have all the letters, I didn't always understand the damn things, your Gramsy was always using those fancy words, drove me crazy."

"You still miss her don't you."

"Every day," he said softly, "Every day."

Yes there is a reason this is called War Stories, I'll definitely be getting into the war more and involving most of the other characters, but this story will still be largely about the love. Stay tuned for more.