“Yes. Very soon.”
“And you are going?”
“Very soon. That is all I must say.”
“Thanks, Than Shwe,” Gale whispered. “Thanks a lot.”
A moment later Than Shwe’s chair was empty.
As Gale resumed her meditations, it was with a disturbed mind. Somehow the story of her afternoon’s adventure had gotten round. It had not yet been definitely connected with her. Or had it? In the end it would be. And then?
“Oh, well! Let them do what they think they must,” she whispered.
Once more her mind was busy with the days just past. When her radar course at the school had been completed she was ready for work.
She had been sent to Texas where she worked, not at radar, but radio, directing traffic for an airfield. That was interesting and, for a time, exciting. She had made many fine friends. But this had not satisfied her. There was a war. She had joined the army. She wanted to be a soldier.
She had applied for overseas service and was accepted. North Africa and Australia had been suggested, and then India.