After talking a few hours Sunday 6 Feb 1944 we went back to our room; gathered up our things and Marion put hers in a very small suitcase she brought. We then checked out - same clerk at the counter.
It was fun just holding hands, talking, enjoying each other's company. It felt like an osmosis type activity which just kept growing within us.
We had a light lunch and it was fun sitting side by side listening to each other's lives. We both wanted to win this war - fast - so we could get on with the rest of our lives.
I remember thinking what a great companion Marion was and we had barely touched the surface, plus we were very young. If we wrote often we could still keep up with each other's life to a great extent.
Finally it was time for Marion to return to the Greyhound Bus Depot for her 5:00 pm trip back to Seattle so we walked slowly back to the depot.
It was a lingering kiss and then she took her seat on the bus and the bus moved away.
It was time for me to go back to the barracks and I was a little worried because it was no longer snowing. Visibility was very good. Not a good sign. Still......there's hope the luck holds out.
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