We spent the next hour walking around the hangars to get some privacy. We told each other the things that people in love say before a long separation.”
At this point in Mr Wilson’s talk, there were even more “Oohs” and “Aahs” from the girls and a few handkerchiefs dabbing pretend tears.
“I lamented the fact that we would not have any contact until the fleet was on its return journey, three or four years hence.
‘That’s where you’re wrong sonny!’ she grinned and posed hands on hips, ‘I am the Junior Communications Officer.’
I looked blankly back at her. You girls will find it’s something we men are good at.
‘Silly,’ she continued, ‘during the daily memory dumps to the Ion-Relays; I’ll slip in a little love-note to let you know how things are going. Jus’ so you won’t forget me.’
She kne
