The smooch seen around the world … a sailor plucks a nurse from the crowd, and plants a victory kiss on her in the street!
In love and war.
Is it possible to imagine what it must be like as a military couple? Or harder yet, to be a military couple during a time of war. I for one, cannot imagine pressures so great and hearts so heavy. I received permission to use the following excerpts from a book entitled, An Alcove in the Heart and it contains love stories from a soldier/officer named Sidney, written to the girl he loved- Estelle. Tears welled up as I read these three excerpts – so I can only speculate as to the effect of reading the entire book.
Intense. Romantic. Courageous. Read the excerpts and be inspired by the power of love.
As for the danger—well—I’m a soldier now—I recognize no dangers—I’ll be careful—It’s all a matter of luck—where the shrapnel falls etc.—’Stelle this may sound silly—but I’m going to ask you to come in on this gamble with me! Its sort of a game. If you win—one is just so much the richer—If you lose well we’re both good sports—shrug your shoulders and say better luck next time!—In order to win, though, it requires that you stick it out ’till the game’s over.—I know you don’t play games, I know I’m a bit out of character but I’m gently hinting that you wait for me—at least give me a fighting chance when I come back!
November 3, 1944
More good news … I don’t deserve it I know but I’ve received a letter from you … pardon me while I strut in self satisfied and disgustingly happy elation … You’re wonderful, marvelous, stupendous, sweet, pretty, sugary, spicey and glorious to love and I don’t think there’s another such creature in all of Gods heaven, man’s Earth, or Satan’s hell … Kiss me darling before I collapse from sheer love of you.
December 25, 1944
I love you darling—whatever happens—be happy—that’s my only request—get everything we would have liked—fill your life—(er—only keep my little niche open—so if I ever get home—I’ll know there’s one place waiting for me—my corner of the world—Let it be a small alcove in your heart—put a comfortable chair there and always keep a warm fire glowing—Because if I come home in any recognizable form I’ll head directly for that chair—That’s where I belong—that’s my home—with you–)
Can you imagine? Let’s keep our soldiers top-of-mind this weekend as they fight for our country, fight for their lives, and fight for their loves!
Special thanks to Estelle and her son David for graciously allowing us to post the image and the excerpts! Read more about Estelle and Sid’s story, and order the book, at AlcoveInTheHeart.com.