![]() ![]() Like a troop of boys the fliers came walking across the field. “Yes, this is war,” was all that Rosa said, as one by one the fighting planes taxied across the field into position. That’s the way they’ll look when we watch them beyond the seas.” This is how they will come sweeping in after escorting a bomber squadron in Africa, or China, or who knows where. ![]() “See how they circle!” Norma herself was entranced. As if in a hypnotic trance, she stood with eyes glued on the flight of planes. There was no need to say “Look” to the little Italian WAC. “Aren’t they wonderful! Like a flock of beautiful white pigeons!” “All the same,” Norma said, “we’ll take along our identification cards, just in case-”Īirplanes, especially those flown by the Army Air Forces, had always interested Norma, so she was more than delighted when shortly after their arrival at the field, a flight of small, sleek fighter planes came winging in out of the blue. On the Saturday that Norma and Rosa went to visit the airfield they doffed their uniforms and put on their civies. ![]()
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