"You sure are folding that shirt kinda odd." Sara smirked. "You can't tell me anything about folding shirts. I used to work at the shirt plant in Athens. That's what Rose Davenport and I did all day long, fold army fatigues, put them in boxes, and ship them off to the GIs in Germany, or some other God forsaken place. You know what we would do?" "No, what would you do?" "Rose and I would place slips of paper with our home addresses on them in the shirt pockets of the army fatigues. On a triple dog dare from Rose, I placed my only color photograph, with a short message on the back of it in the pocket of one of the green shirt pockets. I had no idea where it would end up." The soldier who finds the message in Licata, Sicily, is a medic and, ironically, lives only seven miles from Sara stateside. He finds the message and picture when he attempts to put his Lucky Strikes in his pocket, and the romance erupts, beginning a chain of events, which leads him to his hometown before...

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