Yours Always, Casablanca

Casablanca, Morocco It was November 1954 when I first met her at a USO dance at Nouasseur, a small US Air Force Base south of Casablanca. She was a bilingual secretary for an air force officer; I was enlisted in the United States Air Force. History brought us together from worlds apart-me, a farm boy from Worcester, Massachusetts and she, a young girl escaping Nazi Germany for reasons unbeknownst to her. We would cross continents, drawn together from an army base in Arizona and a Bayswater apart