It was in the dwindling days of empire, and the sun was beginning to set upon Britannia’s global claim. Yet, the parties continued. Into one of these strode a tall, strong jawed farm boy from Old Kentuck. He was far from home – this Marine guard of the US Embassy.
On the dance floor was a small gathering of Britain’s roses. Young and pretty in their party dresses. They too were far from home – these servants of the Queen. Among them was an Irish lass, off duty from her base where she too served the people of her Ulster birth.
There were smiles, and then flirtation. Thousands of miles from their family homes – in Singapore a love would blossom. Yes, that is how my parents met.
*A true story