This is a picture of my grandparents in 1941 (maybe 1940), before they were married. My grandmother is about 23, Papa about 22. He joked that his ears held up his hat.
When my grandfather joined the Army, it was a 2-year commitment. They had planned to get married when he got out, but when Pearl Harbor was attacked, they knew he was "in for the duration". So, on December 7, 1941, they made their engagement "official" and decided to get married the next year. Papa couldn't afford an engagement ring in 1941, but people didn't make promises lightly back then and he was always a man of his word.
Papa got leave for the 4th of July and early in the morning on July 3, 1942, they got hitched at Sacred Heart in Sedalia, MO. No wedding pictures were taken, the only guests were their two best friends, Bill & Virginia Solon, who attended as witnesses. I always think of them on December 7.
Seventy five years ago, it took a certain courage to look a day of infamy squarely in the eye and plan a future together. If that's not hope, I don't know what is.