Looking up from my desk, I saw a handsome sailor walk into my office. With his lovely blue eyes and wavy blond hair he took my breath away.
Aged 16, I was working as a clerk for an insurance company.
It was 1944 and the good-looking man’s name was James, but everyone called him Jim.
He’d worked for the same insurance firm before joining the Royal Australian Navy two and a half years earlier. He was here to ask his old colleagues to come to his 21st birthday party.
Then he turned
