Persevering lovers

As a married young man I left as a military for the Dutch Indies in October 1946. But like so many of my buddies, my marriage in Holland could not withstand the distance in time and place. I asked for a ‘separation in the field’, as we called it, which was the normal procedure that would be arranged by the military authorities to make me a free man. But the procedure came to nothing. This brought me into a quandary when I met Noes, my new love, in 1948 at the monthly dance party at the barracks.