It should have made life easier but we also received the news of an air raid over London in which twenty one people died and seventy nine were injured. The odds that one of them was either Beattie or Mary was slim but it did not stop Gordy and me pestering Randolph all day to find out if our loved ones were safe. We did not discover the truth until late at night by which time we were both nervous wrecks. It made us both more determined than ever to finish this war as soon as possible. The late night and the worry made me grouchy the next day. Bates noticed it immediately. He was incredibly sensitive to my moods. He smiled at my snarls and nodded at my grunts. As he handed me my goggles, flying helmet and gloves he just said, “Try not to take it out too much on the young gentlemen, sir. It is a hard enough job for them without worrying if their commanding officer is going to bite their heads off.” I turned to snap at him and then I saw the look on his face.
What do You think about 1918 We Will Remember Them?
