“My name is Marjory Mills. I won’t keep you long, at least not longer than you wish to stay.” Ensign Mills motioned Sally to a chair.
“By the way,” she said as she dropped into the opposite chair, “why did you want to join the WAVES?”
“It’s our war. We’re all in it. I hate the way the people of France, Belgium, and all the rest are treated. They’re slaves. They’ve got to be freed.”
“Yes, of course.”
“I’ve three cousins in the war. We were great pals. All the boys of our crowd are gone, and some of the girls.”
“Lonesome? Is that it?”
“No, not entirely. I want them to come back, never wanted anything quite so much. They can’t come back until we’ve done all we can to help them.”
“That’s true,” Ensign Mills spoke quietly. “You’re sure that it wasn’t romance, love of excitement, the desire to go places and see things that brought you here?”
Sally looked into the other girl’s eyes, then said:
“Yes, of course it was, in part. No one motive ever draws us into making a great decision, at least not often. Of course I dream of romance, adventure, and travel. Who doesn’t?”