“So, you two got to see each other occasionally?” Rosie asked.
“Once in a while at first, until D Day. Once some runways in France and Italy were in our hands, the bombers were flying into Germany from closer range. John and I were in different parts of France and I also flew out of Italy. I tried to keep up on his squadron through the military grapevine. But, I’ll never forget the day in late September when we were unloading the last patients from our most recent flight into Italy. One of the ground crew officers said my CO wanted me to report to her office.
“I wondered what she wanted, but as soon as I saw her face I thought, Please, not John! Please, please let John be ok!” Aggie reached for Mary’s hand as tears of remembered stabbing grief welled up in her eyes.
“My CO told me that
