A precursor to Internet dating services: My father and mother both served (the word they used) in WWII, he in the Pacific and she in France. A mutual acquaintance gave each one the other's address and they corresponded. My father would write my mother poems on postcards. He found out that his C.O. was copying his poems, disguising them as his own, and sending them to his own girlfriend. My father fought back by incorporating my mother's name into his rhymes. After WWII, they met in NYC; he read to her from the Rubiyiat of Omar Khayyam; and they married soon after. My mother kept the postcards that my father had sent her with his poems, and I enjoyed reading them as a child.