“I remember D-Day. We heard about it on the radio, and we went to the moving picture theater, and saw it on the screen. It was so frightening; just horrible. They went across the channel in amphibious ships, and there were fortresses on the shore. But we persevered, we kept going on. Charlie was a doctor in a huge hospital in the middle of England. They were shelling London mercilessly, and they brought people in to repair limbs and eyes, everything. There were so many injured. They were really sad, difficult times, but everyone was going through it. Everyone was affected by the war.
“I was an air raid warden. We had to make sure at dusk that no light could be seen from the houses. Even the street lights on the corners were painted black on the oceanfront side. One night the sirens went off. We saw search lights inland, sweeping the sky, and we reported to one of the homes on the oceanfront. It turned out to be nothing, but the threat was real. We were the Greatest Generation because everyone pitched in, and everyone knew someone fighting.
“When the war was over, they came back to New York, and took a train across the country. I remember driving to the station to pick him up, and I was a nervous wreck. I hadn’t seen him in three years. I didn’t really know where I was going, but he gave me directions. I pulled up, and there he was, standing with some of the guys, in the dirt outside. And I remember thinking ‘Thank God.’ I don’t remember the first thing he said when he got back; we were too busy kissing! The guys were all yelling, and we were all just so happy.”