When Sara Kennedy returns to her small hometown in Western New York to visit her dying grandmother, Fran, in the hospital, she asks her about the pair of World War II Navy Wings she found in her dresser drawer. Her grandmother reluctantly shares with Sara the powerful love story she had not spoken of in over fifty years. As the tale unfolds, Sara finds herself caught up in a time where things were simpler; yet more complex--where love and war were not compatible. A story so poignant it rocks Sara's world and changes her life forever.
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"...Gram's face softened, and for a moment Sara could have sworn her grandmother looked young again like the images in the black and white photos at the house. "It happened so very long ago," her grandmother began. "It was 1943 and we were at war."
"...The knock on the door followed by a chorus of greetings stirred Fran to take one final glance in the mirror before heading downstairs. Amy and Red's voices were distinctive, and she could clearly make out their boisterous teasing. It was the third voice that stopped her in her tracks--rich, deep and smooth as fine whiskey. It sent shivers down her spine and struck a chord deep within her. As she stepped onto the landing, Red turned in her direction and whistled. "Ah, there's my girl now. She parted her lips to refute his statement but found the words stuck in her throat when the tall sailor in dress uniform standing beside him turned to acknowledge her presence. The stranger's mesmerizing eyes locked with hers and for a moment it was as if time stood still."