“They do!” Bill stopped grinning. “Ever heard of the WACs?”
“Yes, I—” she paused. Yes, she had heard of them. That was about all.
“Bill, I’ll really look into this.”
“You’d better. They’re a grand outfit. And boy! Are they going places!”
“I’ll be seein’ you,” she said to Bill as their hands clasped in farewell.
“In the Army?”
“I shouldn’t wonder.”
“Hot diggity! That’s the stuff!” He gave her hand a big squeeze, and was gone.
“And now I’m here, Bill,” she said to the picture on the wall. “I’m in the Army now. But, oh, Bill! I do hope our companies will some time march in the same parade!”
After an hour with her pictures, Norma felt herself ready for one more week of drilling, police duty, study, and all that went on from dawn till dark at old Fort Des Moines.