“And now, here I am,” Sally thought as she watched the city’s lights fade while they sailed out into the dark, mysterious night.
She was standing on a great, flat, top deck. Nancy was at her side, a dim shadow. Larger shadows, that were airplanes, loomed at their backs. No lights were showing. The radio was silent. They were alone on the sea. And yet there was to be a convoy.
“That will come later,” Lieutenant Riggs, radio officer for their flat-top, told her. “The ships of our convoy come from many places, Boston, New York, Portland, even San Francisco. Someone stuck a pin in a map. The spot is right out there in the sea.”
“Our secret meeting place.” Sally wet her lips. It was all so strange.
“It’s all of that,” was the quiet response. “And it better be mighty secret at that. Forty ships, all loaded, food, airplanes, soldiers. There are even a hundred WACS going over in one of those ships.”
“A hundred WACS,” Sally thought as she caught the last spark of light from the shore. There were twelve WAVES on this airplane carrier, and they weren’t just going over, but over and back. There were six women nurses as well. This was to be a trial trip.
“I hope we make good,” she had said to Lieutenant Riggs.
“Oh, you will. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Will we make good?” she asked Nancy.