At that they all laughed.
“Honest, haven’t you been told?” Betty asked when she had Norma by herself.
“Not yet,” was the slow reply.
“Oh! I know!” Betty exclaimed. “They’re going to send you to officers’ training school! Some people have all the luck!”
“Do they?” Norma said. Truth was, she was tired.
The thousand WACs now streaming into the chapel were being assembled for a final word from the top-ranking officers of the camp before they went out to their work.
“Where do you suppose we’ll be sent?” Norma heard one girl ask as she took her seat.
“Perhaps North Africa,” someone whispered.
“Surely not just like that!” was the surprised reply.
“A lot of WACs landed there just last Sunday. I saw it in the paper. And did they have thrills going over! Heard the siren telling of prowling subs, felt the thud of depth bombs, and—”