whole question of woman’s part in the war had been in her hair. She had graduated from college in June. Her twenty-first birthday came three days after graduation. On her birthday she had joined the WACS. She had planned for this a long time. In college she had taken all the courses that would help—outdoor gym work, Red Cross, first aid, and all the rest.

From college she had gone to Fort Des Moines where many of the WACS had received their training. How she had loved that place! Fine old brick barracks, great spreading elms, all that went for making an army camp seem wonderful—that was Fort Des Moines!

They had worked hard. Endless hours—up early, to bed late. She hadn’t minded for she was preparing herself for something truly great. Was she not to be a real soldier? To have a part in a great war? Surely this must be true. They had taken one A out of WAAC, making it Woman’s Army Corps. That “Army” was the really big word.

Because she had always been interested in radio, had built receiving and sending sets with her father’s help, she had taken up the radio branch of the service.

When her primary training was over at Fort Des Moines she had gone to a special school for further radio training. There she had learned to operate and repair all manner of army sets.

She had entertained fond dreams of soaring away in a flying fortress as its radio engineer.

And then the magic of radar had come breaking into her little world. Radar had charmed and intrigued her. She was allowed to remain for a special course in radar.

She had gotten this far in her bittersweet meditations there on the shady porch at the “Club” in India when a slight stir at her right caught her attention. Someone had taken a chair close to hers. On looking up she was surprised to see that it was the native girl nurse, Than Shwe. She favored her with her best smile.

“Pardon,” the girl hesitated. “Just now I hear that something, they say radar, helped bring down a Jap bomber. This is splendid. But what is radar?”

Gale started. So there it was, so soon! Did Than Shwe suspect that she was the one who had helped with radar? She doubted that.

“Radar,” she replied quietly, “is like radio.”

“But you do not shoot with radio,” the native girl stared.

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