It should have been a time of romance and excitement for Anne - but it's 1941 and the war is raging. So instead she spends her days repairing spitfire wings and reminding herself that the real sacrifice is going on far away from her Cornish village. When the news breaks that America has entered the war jeeps filled with GIs eventually roll in and it seems their little community is to play a pivotal role in the next stage of the fight. But the Americans don't just bring Hollywood glamour and optimism they also bring something more tantalising - so when Anne meets handsome Joe Mallory she has to remind herself of exactly why he's there; that any relationship between them could only end in goodbye. But is the inevitability of 'goodbye' powerful enough to stop what has already begun to blossom?
