Shirley's Personal History

It was a sad day when we had to take Paul to the airport and say good bye to him for a year. Lots of tears were shed and a promise to write often was made. Letters became our life line to each other and when I didn't receive a letter during a week, I became very nervous as to Paul's safety. I would go check the front door of his parent's home to make sure a notice wasn't there from the Air Force. In reality, I didn't have to worry as much as I did because Paul was stationed at Cameron Bay, which was a relatively safe base. He said that there would be occasional air raids but seldom did the rockets hit close to his livings quarters. It got to where he didn't even get undercover when the sirens went off. He did, though, have to fly into Saigon and exchange script money every month. He would put millions of dollars in a duffel bag, get on a cargo plane and fly over the war torn country, occasionally getting shot at with anti aircraft rockets. He would land in Saigo...

Brigham Young University Freshman Welcome Dance, August 1964 - He was tall, blond and good looking and, of course, I noticed him right off from across the dance floor.  We had both come to the dance for different reasons. Paul came with his brother, both being seniors, to check out the new freshman girls. I had borrowed a friend’s car so I could bring my freshman roommate. I could tell he had noticed me, too, but he wasn’t making much attempt to ask me to dance. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I turned down the opportunity to dance with another young man and moved closer to Paul to make it real easy for him to approach me. He finally did and we danced the rest of the night. I left the dance hoping he would call and ask me out.  When I returned to my apartment and told my other roommates about this good looking boy I had met, whose name was Paul Millar, they quickly asked if it was the same Paul Millar who played on the BYU basketball ...