If it wasn't for the army, these two wouldn't have met
IT WAS 1943, and over the breakfast table at her Queensland billet the tiny female army sergeant saw the soldier the MPs had brought in at 4am to be billeted at the same house.
"I thought to myself, 'Hello, who's this handsome six-footer the MPs have dropped in my lap'," Joy Smith said this week - 70 years after she married infantry corporal Malcolm Smith.
She's now 91, he's 90, and for the past 10 years they have lived at the SDA Retirement Village at Alstonville. The rest of their three and a half decades of married life together was spent in Melbourne and Brisbane.
Mrs Smith is quick to point out the delivery of Mr Smith by the MPs from Warwick Railway Station was merely official transport to the private billet for the corporal, who had been invalided out of going overseas with his infantry unit.
Mr Smith had polio as a two-year-old in Melbourne, and suffered with foot problems.
When his unit was posted overseas, Mr Smith was transferred to several Qld centres. He didn't regret the posting to Warwick where he met Mrs Smith.
They were married in Brisbane's Anglican Church in 1943.
Mrs Smith, who'd been secretary for Warner Brothers in Brisbane before the war, was posted back there by the army as secretary to the major in charge of prisons and detention.
After her discharge, she went to Melbourne with Mr Smith, where he was discharged in 1946.
Back in civvy life, he was in his third year of architecture when he found he couldn't live on four pounds sixteen shillings a week, and became a technical officer with a hardboard manufacturer.
The couple returned to Brisbane when Mal honoured a promise he made to Mrs Smith's mother, that he would bring her only daughter back home.
Seventy years of marriage have produced three sons - Robert, Garry and Trevor.