[u][i]Late May 1944, 
Somewhere in south-east England, 
An American military camp.[/i][/u]

Rain had begun to pour down on the tents and barracks that filled the military base, home to a couple hundred American soldiers, far away from their real home. If there were two things they had learned over the course of the past months, it'd be that firstly England was a country based around the pubs and raining, nothing more and nothing less, and secondly they missed American cigarettes dearly. Because of rationing, British smokes could barely be called that, and tasted only paper and grass, which it technically was. 

Tom, or Corporal Thomas Jenkins as he was formally known as by the higher ranking circles of the military, didn't mind the rain there he walked out of camp. His time on Guadalcanal had taught him what real rain was, and this was a pleasant drizzle in comparison. His unit agreed with him, and of course, Anna. The love of his life, his closest friend and his to-be wife once the war ended, had already went into town for reasons unknown to anyone but the two of them. Safe to say, it was a reason Tom's steps were faster and longer than they usually were for just a normal stroll into town. 

Trucks and bicycles drove past him as he walked into the town, giving away how big the presence of military men was in the area. He finally made his way to the town square where he was told to wait for Anna, but not exactly when or as who. It was either Anna or Andrew, and the past days Andrew had been much more frequently around than Anna who he missed dearly. The rain slowly began to stop falling, and the sun shined from behind the clouds, signalling that it might be a good day after all.