“Not going to be a nice night,” was her comment.
“Winter’s almost gone,” was Beth’s reply. “We’ve had some really bad nights, I can tell you.”
“What’s the payoff?” Norma asked without thinking.
“This is our country!” Beth drew herself up proudly. “No enemy planes have ever got past us—I mean all of us—not just Bess and me. And they never will! There are hundreds of watchers all along the coast.”
“And if you hadn’t been here they would have tried?” Norma suggested.
“Absolutely!”
“It’s grand work! We’re going to help you all we can.”
“That’s not all there is to it.” Beth leaned forward. “We saved two lives. Fighting men they were, too. They gave us the credit, just Bess, grandfather, and me. See?” She held out a medal that read FOR VALIANT SERVICE.
“That’s wonderful!” Norma exclaimed. “I hope I can do as much.”
“Oh! You will! And a lot more. You’re a WAC—you are really in the Army. I wish I could be a WAC.” There was intense longing in the younger girl’s voice.