Romance in WWII

I created this site as a holding ground for my writings, but it's a crazy week and I'm in a creative

freeze so I'll just yak a bit.

I sat next to a woman on a flight to Pittsburgh on Friday morning of last week who told me a pretty great story. 

Her grandfather was in WWII, stationed in Morocco. While there he met and fell in love with a Moroccan native (How cool is that). When his tour ended he returned back home (I think she said he lived in Arizona), but they never ended contact.

He saved up for a couple of years to pay for a ticket and a marriage permit, which was around $150. Back then that was big coin. 

So his betrothed gets on a ship bound for the USA since air travel was out of the question for all but those who could afford such luxuries (I'm flashing back to the smelly guy in his pajamas covered in Cheetos I saw on a plane once as I write this), and he drives from Arizona to the NY port to pick her up. 

The immigration agent who interviewed them listened to their story and was so moved that this guy  drove from Arizona to NY to pick up his imported wife that he waved the $150 fee, giving the couple enough for a nice slow honeymoon on the way back to Arizona. 

They are both dead now, but their story lives. Which is awesome.