OK!
So, I know this graveyard was not all that romantic . . .
You have to remember, we didn't have lots of time to find places to be alone together. Shore leave was scarce and my little brother was a brat. To be honest we didn't really know this place was a graveyard until we drove by it in the daylight. Not that it made much difference. We figured the residents didn't mind.
About 15 minutes after we parked Betty's red Falcon in the area of that blue trash can there in the lower picture we were rudely interrupted by flashing red lights and an officer tapping firmly on our car windows...Man, that stunk!
