They had met in the spring of 1942. Wes had been gone for three years. He was now, Sgt. Wesley Heinvan. Wes had been severely wounded in the battle of Bastogne. He was in an Army hospital in Paris when he heard the news that Hitler and Eva Braun had committed suicide.
A pretty nurse brought Wes his breakfast and coffee. He didn't say a word as she stacked pillows behind him to help him sit up. He looked at her neck and thought of Polly. He thought of their wild time in the bath tub....pouring beer on her and licking it off.
Wes...being lost in the moment didn't realize that his erection was popping the sheet up. The nurse looked at it and said,"You are surely an American soldier." It was the first time Wes had smiled in weeks. He had three letters from Polly that he hadn't opened.
A Colonel...just a few days before had scolded Wes for not contacting his wife. Polly had even called the Red Cross...trying to find out about Wes. Wes had already made up his mind that he was divorcing Polly for her own sake. He had lost his left hand and his right foot from a grenade blast.
Later that morning...Wes was dressed and ready to be shipped back home. The excitement for the end of the war was all around him on the ship but Wes just looked at the ocean and sky from the deck. He wished that he was the sky and Polly was the ocean...forever making love.
He knew he had to face Polly and knew she was going to be mad as hell because he hadn't contacted her for months.
As the ship passed the Statue of Liberty...a nurse brought a wheelchair to Wes but he refused to sit in it. He grabbed his wooden crutches and made his way to the deck. He could see all the people waiting on the docks...it looked like hundreds...maybe thousands.
Wes carried Polly's last three letters in his inside, jacket pocket. Part of him was dying to see her and part of him was dying to die.
He had made his way about halfway down the ramp when he heard soldiers in front of him cussing and saw them spreading apart. Then he heard Polly shouting his name in a crying voice.
Almost as soon as they made eye contact...Polly's arms were around his neck and she was kissing his face wildly...covering it in red lipstick. Wes lost his ballance and leaned against the ramp ropes while shouting,"Polly....Polly...we're going to fall in the water!"
Polly cried,"Oh God Wes...I love you so much!" He could feel her trembling as she held him so tight and cried. Wes managed to get her calm enough to get down and off the ramp.
Polly was talking and crying a mile a minute! Wes couldn't believe she wasn't screaming in anger at him. They made it through the crowd to Polly's car. Wes stood with his crutches and watched her open the door for him.
He thought how she was the most beautiful being he'd ever seen. Wes had seen the worst ugliness of war and atrocities that would chill a devil. Just one of Polly's little smiles...made that awful world disappear.
Wes got big tears in his eyes and said,"We can't do this Polly....you have to let me go...I'm not the same man....I'm not whole anymore."
Polly folded her arms...looked down and then back up at Wes...saying,"Do you have the last letter I sent you?" Wes felt his pocket and said,"Yes...but I haven't read it." Polly demanded,"Read it now...out loud to me... right this minute"
Wes started to say something but Polly cut him off by shouting,"Now...my husband...NOW!
Wes hesitated but reached in his jacket pocket and took the three unopened letters out. He shuffled through them to find the last one. All of her letters had lipstick kissed on them...but...the last letter didn't. Wes hadn't even noticed.
Wes looked at the stubborn frown on Polly's face as he thumbed the letter open in his right hand. He managed to pull the letter out but dropped the envelope...it blew away in a gust of wind.
It was a one page letter.
Wes read out loud:
"My darling love,
Colonel Anglen has told me that you were severely wounded in December in the town of Bastogne. He told me about your hand and foot. I made him promise to not tell you that he told me. I already knew you were hurt...I felt it in my heart on Chistmas. I want you to heal and come home to your wife. I only need one hand to hold and I will walk by your side eternally. Even if you had died on the battlefield and I could only love your soul....I would remain only...your WILDFLOWER."
(A kiss of red lipstick ghosted over the last word)
Wes slumped on his crutches and then fell to his knees as Polly rushed to him. He coudln't say a word...he could only cry and say over and over again,"I love you." Polly cried with him as they hugged and kissed each other's tears away.
They made their way to the car and they made their way together....forever. Some might say that sex has nothing to do with heaven. Wes and Polly found a part of heaven within each other. They so enjoyed their love. They so enjoyed making their love...in every erotic moment... they could create.