“I should have consulted you, but I already have promised a man the job.”
“Who is he?” Stan asked, trying not to show his disappointment.
“Lieutenant Jones.”
Stan began to grin. “The same man I had in mind,” he said.
“Good. Now take over.”
Stan hurried away. He found the boys listening to the radio in the rest room. At his nod O’Malley and Sim joined him at a reading table.
“We get special rhubarb detail,” he said.
“Foine,” O’Malley said eagerly. “Only we’ll never be able to fly far enough into Kraut territory to see anything.”
“I get to go along?” Sim asked.
“Colonel’s orders,” Stan said and grinned. “And we get P-51 ships with the same range as the Forts.”