Falling in love was the last thing Army pilot Carl Prosser expected to do while stationed in Korea. But he meets a young man named Tommy who's touring with the USO and does just that. Their relationship deepens through an exchange of letters.<br><br>When the USO troupe returns to the front, Prosser devises an elaborate plan to see his lover one last time before the entertainers return to the states. At the last minute, though, there's a change of plans when the enemy hits the USO troupe and Prosser fears Tommy is gone forever.

For the Boys

But he stumbled out of bed and in minutes ran behind me across the camp, pulling on his shirt as he struggled to keep up. Around us the night was alive with soldiers, blinking awake as the alarm continued to ring out. The noise drowned out the bombs and washed over us, carrying us through the camp to the transports that sat idling, waiting. I ducked beneath the blades of my chopper and climbed into the pilot’s seat, Bert buckling in beside me, his shirt buttoned wrong. 


An officer ran over to Bert, handed him a thin stack of papers, and a few men clambered into the chopper, belting in as I ran through take-off procedures in my head. Then I pulled up on the yoke and we were airborne, the helicopter a familiar hum beneath me that soothed my jarring nerves. “Where to?” I yelled over the din of the blades. The alarm and the sounds of soldiers shouting to each other fell away below us. 


Bert scanned the orders. “South,” he told me. “Oh shit.” 


Chapter 10