Even a Major Can Show Interest in an Attractive Lady
“Why not?” Norma’s voice rose. “It’s our war. We’re all in it. One woman gave up a $20,000 a year job to join the WACs. We have several girls who won the Croix de Guerre driving ambulances before France fell. Yes, and some of the girls joined us because their young husbands died at Pearl Harbor, or North Africa. Don’t you think that’s really wonderful?”
“I salute the WACs.” Major Fairchild saluted the girl and she returned it in proper form. And he was not joking either. She could read that in his eyes.
And then Tom McCarthy said, “Get ready. There’s the signal. They are about to fire.”
“Here.” The Major pressed balls of cotton into Norma’s hand. “Put these in your ears. Then take these—” He held out a pair of powerful field glasses. “Watch the target. See if they miss. Your eyes are as good as mine.”
The terrific flash and the roar of the big gun, together, made the rocks shudder! Norma felt her knees tremble but she held her glasses on the target and was rewarded by a black spot that appeared almost as if by magic on the white square.
“Good! Almost perfect!” she exclaimed. “A little to the right, that’s all!”
“And how far from the surface of the sea?” the Major asked.
“Almost on the sea,” was the quick response.