“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.

She had often dreamed of India with its temple bells, its sacred monkeys and much else that was strange and weird. More than that, she knew that India was to be the starting place for the march across Burma and across China to Tokio, and the end of the war. Why should she not be in the finish? India it should be. And India it was.

Once again Gale became conscious of the arrival of an occupant for the chair at her side. It was the WAC with the long face. (Cora Shaw was her name.)

Cora was slim, precise, devoted to her conventions and to the young captain whom she served as yeoman (private secretary). Her captain was charged with the task of securing billets for American troops arriving in the city. No matter how many went with the colonel, “very soon” others would be coming—two transports had arrived that very day. For this reason Cora’s captain would remain in the city, and so too would Cora, which was, Gale guessed, just what Cora wanted—a good safe spot with a handsome captain at her side.

“And why not?” Gale asked herself. “Who could wish for a nicer safer way to fight a war?” She didn’t quite know the answer to that one, so she passed it up to turn an inquiring face toward the girl with a long face.

“Dearie, I just heard the strangest thing.” Cora could purr like a cat. She was purring now. “They shot down a Jap bomber near the airport this afternoon.”

“Did they?” Gale drawled. “How sort of thrilling.”

“Yes, of course. And do you know they say that somehow radar, that new invention, helped to bring him down,” Cora purred on.

Gale was seized with a mild panic. How much did this girl know? Whatever she knew she would tell—she was that 

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