Would we have married anyway?

Just before I was born my mother's eldest sister married a widower with two sons. Douglas was 4 years older than me and Gordon 8 years. We did not live very near to each other but were brought up as cousins Soon after the war started Gordon, by then engaged, went into the Royal Engineers but soon after being sent out to the Middle East he got a "Dear John" letter. Later Douglas went into the RAF and I wrote to them both. In 1942 Douglas was killed over Germany and perhaps that made me write to Gordon a little more. Not only was he far from home but his father had died soon after war started and now he had lost his only brother. In January 1944, and after 3.5 years away, there was a telegram to say that he was back in this country and would let us know as soon as he got leave. By then I had left school and was working at the Bank of England. The day after the telegram arrived I had arranged to go to Oxford Street in our lunch hour with an old school friend who had known Gordon, so there we were going down the escalator at Bank Underground as I told her all about it. It was then that I happened to look across at the escalator coming up to see Gordon, complete with kitbag, changing trains to go home to Sandhurst. Later we said that, even had we known each other's plans and arranged to meet, we could not have been that accurate. Needless to say I was extremely late back from lunch but did curry a little favour by handing around sections of orange, from the kitbag, something we had not seen in years. I have to admit that we always felt it was fate, even if you don't, so we got engaged about a month later when I reached 19 - but only upon my father's condition that we should not marry until I was 21. So much for promises because, on Friday the 9th June, Gordon phoned my father to say that he was not joining the invasion for a couple of weeks, had been given three days leave, and could we get married on Monday the 12th June? Apparently my father agreed but it was not until I was just about due to leave work he realised that I knew nothing about it so phoned me at the Bank and I was able to arrange a few days off the following week. Consequently at 12 noon on the Monday we walked down the aisle. You may like to know that the marriage lasted 38 years, until Gordon dropped down dead at just 65. I am still soldiering on at nearly 87. Incidentally I had asked him how he had recognised me after so long and he said "By your legs" but it was not until after he had died that I realised that he had been pulling my leg - because it is the one thing that you cannot see on an escalator!! Strangely enough I seem prone to unusual coincidences although nothing seems to compare with that life changing ones or, as I say, would it have happened anyway?