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Walking On Air
Suspended In Time, Part 7

It was February, 1944, and I'd never been happier
I was so much in love my feet never touched the ground
I loved my work
And although my family still didn't approve
They were resigned to the fact that I wasn't coming home
I should have been fearful of the fates
Seldom do they allow such happiness
But I was young and foolish
It started out the same as any other day
I was hard at work when I heard it
At first, I didn't know what it was
And when I recognized the sound
I refused to accept it
Til the world around me exploded

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Terri Lyn Stanfield

Life And Death
Suspended In Time, Part 8

I woke up in the infirmary with the explosion still
ringing inside my head
Three days had passed
But the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was him
Concussion, he said
It would be a few days til everything came back into
focus
But I would be just fine
As if I would ever be "just fine" again
Had we really been bombed?
It seems so fantastic
But we are at war
Friends of mine are dead
Parts of the base destroyed
And yet here I am, alive, and for the most part, well
We'd talked about the possibility that he could get hurt
But it was me in the hospital bed
And suddenly it all became real to me
This wasn't just some grand adventure
This was life and death

Precious Moments
Suspended In Time, Part 9

Things were back to normal
At least as much as possible
Though the bombing, and the frailty of life, was never
far from my mind
Or his
We still danced every night
Though we held each other just a little tighter than
before
Every moment we were together was truly precious
And we stole every opportunity to be together
But never again would I be completely carefree
There was always that niggling fear at the edge of my
consciousness
One of us could die
And then, how could the other possibly go on

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