“This is important,” said the young Major.
“It meant that this shot would have destroyed a submarine if it had been in the place of the target,” Norma suggested.
“Good girl! Go to the head of the class,” he exclaimed.
“Give the credit to my father,” she replied modestly. “He was a major in the last war. He knows a great deal and since I was his only son, he taught me about them.”
“Oh! Then we belong to the same tribe,” exclaimed the Major. “My father was an officer, too. Very often officers are born and not made. You too will be an officer in time.”
“When I’m made an officer,” she said with a proud smile, “I’ll bring my bars to you and you shall pin them on my shoulders.”
“That,” he said, “will be a privilege and an honor.”
“They invited me to stay in Des Moines and train in the officer’s school,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
“And why not?” he asked.
“I wanted some actual service first.”