His integrity.
Corporal, US Army, Arthur (Art) Lee Langston and I met in Fort Worth, Texas in December of 1943. We began to write regularly and continued to write throughout World War II. We planned a long relationship with marriage after the war was over. We were not able to see each other but two or three times, so it was just not meant to be.
One place Art was stationed was at Fort Polk, Louisiana. He was sent overseas to the European theater.
When the war was over, Art came home to visit his parents in California, and on his way back to Germany, he came by Fort Worth to see me. He said he was going to join the occupational forces. He really didn't tell me he was leaving the next day. I tried to locate him to no avail.
About 45 years later I received a letter from him. He had written the Justice of the Peace in DeLeon, Texas asking if he knew where he might locate me. It so happened that he did in fact know me. We had lived on adjoining farms. He gave Art my uncle's name and address. Art wrote my uncle and was given my address.
Art wrote me and asked if he could come to visit me at my home. I discussed this with my husband who said it would be ok with him, so advised Art it would be ok. We scheduled the date and place and time. So, after all that time, he said that he had felt badly about not saying goodbye and wanted to apologize.
He said that a couple of years later he had married a German girl. They had no children, but later after being stationed in Japan had adopted a little Japanese baby boy whose father was American. I corresponded with their son. He wrote very nice letters. Later, Art brought his wife to meet me also. She was a very nice, beautiful lady.
Art and I kept in touch every so often by telephone. Then, when I didn't hear from him, I called and spoke to Else his wife. She said she thought I knew, but that Art had passed away. He is buried in the Fort Smith National Cemetery.
Lizzie Kunde 
