George Wilson fell in love with Myrtle Hastings the first time he saw her one fateful morning in September, 1941, in Social Studies class. She had a twinkle in her eye that let him know she liked him, too. They dated every weekend, and on Halloween they shared their first kiss.
On December 7th, the world turned upside down. George joined the Marines and Myrtle worked in an airplane factory. She wrote to him every day.
Two years later, George came home on crutches. Myrtle met him at the station. Her eyes met his, and the twinkle was still there.
Let’s see what the others wrote: