A kiss for a soldier
It was about 30 years ago. I was waiting for my plane at the Heathrow airport. I was on the way back to Japan after studying at a university in UK for a year. The final exam date was not out until last minutes, and it was difficult to fix the day I leave the country. I booked the seat only 3 days before the flight. As soon as the exams are over, I sent out my text books and belongings from my college room, said goodbye to my friends, and headed for London. It was slightly late in the afternoon when I arrived at Euston station. I went straight to a youth hostel in city centre, whic had a good access to Piccadilly line which has direct connection to the Heathrow airport. I slept soundly, and got up early to catch the underground bound for the airport. After check in, I sat at one of bench in airport lobby, waiting for boarding announcement. Then, there came a group of soldiers. They were walking in a line, wearing khaki army outfit. When they got c