On Valentine's Day, we just throw the word love around, we put it on everything, on t-shirts, on candy and on everything.
We just kind of throw the word "love" around.
But if you truly think you know love, you don't know Jack. And you don't know Ollie.
Ollie married Jack in 1937. They were quite the pair. They were married for six years before Jack entered the Army Air Corps to train to be a pilot.
He took her flying before he left for the war.
"We went up in a trainer plane and we did loops and spins and rolls and dives," recalls Ollie. "It was so exciting."
Before he left for the war, they had a son.
"He said, 'would you mind having a baby with me?,'" Ollie said. "I said, I've just been waiting for the word. I said you might have given me some warning. It was just a month before he was leaving, and he said there's nothing to it."
Shortly after she got pregnant, Jack had to leave for World War II.
"He flew a P-38," Ollie said. "It was a twin-fuselage fighter plane. He loved his flying. He was always such a happy person. I couldn't describe him. He was so wonderful. We wrote every day, and sometimes two and three times a day."
On June 22, 1944, after completing 21 successful missions against the Nazis, Lt. Jack Morgan was shot down over German occupied France. He didn't survive.
For a year after his death, Ollie continued to write him letters.
"He was so wonderful," she said. "I guess I kept hoping that somehow he had gotten out of the plane and gotten back."
Almost 70 years after his death, Ollie still loves Jack. She still has his flight log, his air medals. She still reads the letters they wrote to each other decades ago.
"Yes I do. I tell him goodnight every night. He was such a wonderful man."
Ollie still has hundreds and hundreds of letters that Jack had written her over the years they were married.