A War bride’s tale.

Anne was 21 and she had been married in 1940 in a small church in Cambridgeshire England.  It was now 1944 her husband Reginald was in Burma fighting with the elite Chindits.

Anne leant backwards against the tall wooden bar in the Green Man public house.  Before the war it was un heard of for a young lady to go into a pub un-escorted but a world war changes many things, especially when every day could be your last!  Eely in the fens in Cambridgeshire was close to several American bomber bases, this fact was of great interest to the German Luftwaffe who paid none too nice visits regularly trying to destroy the bases.

Anne looked at her gold faced watch it was a few minutes to eight pm.  She took a deep swig on her Gin and tonic and longed for Sam to arrive.  The door creaked open and a tall dark haired Bomber pilot entered the room taking off his hat he approached Anne and said,

“Anne I’m not late am I we had a last minute briefing on tomorrows mission. As usual I can’t tell you were it is but lets just say I intend to return the compliment to our German friends for bombing my hut!”

Anne smiled and her bright red lipstick showed off her pearly white teeth perfectly she said,

“Well your 10 minutes late but there is a war on some one said I’m sure ha, ha. I think you need to make it up to me some how?”

With that Sam produced a pair of silk stockings from his breast pocket and gave them to Anne saying,

“Will these do as an apology, my pal in the mess gets them sent over from the states”

Anne took the stockings thankfully and she opened her hand bag and quickly put them away.  Sam leaned forward and whispered into her ear,

“Can I put them on for you later honey?”