“And the enemy plane from the sub?” Norma suggested as she settled back on her pillow.
“It was shot from the air by one of our fighter planes.”
“Looks as if we have been in on something really big and carried it off,” Norma murmured sleepily.
“There will be promotions all round,” was the happy reply. “Very soon you will be wearing bars on your shoulders.”
“Oh! And Major Fairchild is to pin them on,” Norma exclaimed. “That will be one big day!”
“They’re sending WACs to Africa now,” Rita Warren said after a time.
“Shall we be sent there?”
“I don’t know. Would you like to go?”
“I’m too tired to think about it.” At that Norma turned over and was soon fast asleep.