They met during WW2 in France. I had often seen pictures of them in our family albums over the last 60 years,including the ones prior to their meeting. 59 years later, subjects resisting the moment and fighting off the interplay of photographer and subject, I asked ... "where is the brave soldier that landed on the beach of France to save this Freench woman?" he came out for a brief magical moment .... the one that portrait photographers wait for. He had always been there, over these years inside, as the man most didn't know , as the man I knew, my dad and the women who stood by him, my mom..