We are now back in NYC. S is gone and there is not only the fighting in the trenches to worry about, but the journey over the Atlantic was fraught with danger. We read constantly about the U Boat fleet sinking troop ships and Merchant marine ships in the
Atlantic. I don't know how I knew he was bound for Europe. I was miserable and every thought circled around the danger of it all. Imagine my surprise and joy when the phone rang and it was S speaking. He said we have one night on leave. We are in New Jersey. I can come in this evening but you will have to drive me to the George Washington Bridge in the morning. We have to be there at 5.30 am. Do you feel like it is worth it. I said YES, YES, YES.
I called in sick to the hospital. I was shaking with apprehension. I had enough meat stamps to buy a couple of steaks and a bottle of wine. I think I even bought a bottle of gin for a Martini. And I bought flowers for the table. As if any of these things mattered. I was going to see S again.
When I opened the door and saw him, tears rolled down my face. He was the most beautiful sight. And It felt so divine to be hugged by him again. We had dinner and we talked and before we knew it, it was 4.00 am and we had to leave. The last thing S said when he walked over to the car that was taking him to New Jersey was : Send cigarettes.
The feeling of loss was greater than before and one wondered, was it worth going through this all over again.