The 5th grade class at the elementary school where my mom worked as a secretary was looking for a social studies type project and wanted to write to a soldier. This was during the buildup prior to Desert Storm. My mom mentioned me to them and it was arranged where each student would write a letter and I would pass them out to my platoon and we would write back about our hometowns since we had guys from all over. Well, stay with me, the local newspaper wanted to run a human interest story on a soldier, I used to deliver this paper for years when I was younger, one of the girls in the class had a mom who was the writer assigned the project, and well, I was pretty much a shoe-in for the part. So they wrote an article about me and at the end put my unit address for anyone who happened to want to write. Of course they put a picture in the article of me when I had just came out of jumpschool... buff city. My now mom-in-law read the article and showed it to Vicky and she sent me a letter of support and well-wishing. It was something about the letter that grabbed me so I wrote a 5-pager back. We became penpals through the buildup and she wrote me and sent cards several times a day. I wrote when I could. I had a feeling she was going to be the one, but it wasn't until the guardian angel incident which sealed it for me. She had saved my life but thats another thread. After the war we met at my sisters house and by June I had proposed, that December we were married and have been together ever since.
We lived about 5 miles from each other but never met, even hung out at the same malls. She went to college right after HS and got her RN license, I went right into the military as a dumb grunt. Somehow in His way, God brought us together at just the right time.
Lonz
