“I’d never had the courage to talk like that to a Squadron Leader. I just went into a funk when he soaped me.”
O’Malley squinted down at Judd. “’Tis with me own eyes I saw you cut the fire of three Messers, me bye. Don’t you be blatherin’ me about courage.”
Judd flushed. He was all right when he was up there by himself, but he was bashful in a crowd. McCumber looked across at Allison.
“Red Flight should get a break after this,” he said meaningly.
Allison grinned wolfishly. “Really, now, Mac, Garret knows every boy in Moon Flight loves him.”
Kelley had not spoken nor had he laughed with the others. “He’d better stay out of my circle. I have folks living out beyond Kensington Gardens.”
No one said anything more about the raids. They all knew Kelley’s home had been smashed that night and that his father had been injured. Allison changed the subject.
“We certainly should get rid of Garret for the good of the service. He’s no fit leader and the squadron will go into a funk under him.”
“How will we do it?” Mac asked.
“I don’t know, but it has to be done. A decent leader would have wiped the floor with O’Malley and then grounded him for the rest of the war. A yellow streak has no place in this outfit.”