"Molly, the crazy cows are out again."
I heard my mum. It must be Daisy; she's one old hag that would never do
without her morning walks. I wished Maggie was here. She knew how to handle
Daisy better than myself.
"Maggie.." I sighed. It had been over a year now. She went
plum crazy when they offered to have ladies fly those army planes.
"What does a lady know about flying?" I muttered to myself.
There was a tap on my shoulder. I looked up.
Its Maggie in her flying uniform.
"You are one plum crazy pilot, Maggie."
Footnote:
In life, we all
have crazy notions, but it was all worth it when you finally done it. The best
audience you can ever wished then would be your own siblings when they
appreciate your home coming. There is no home like your own.
A salutation to
the WASP pilots of WW2. They were the pioneering civilian female pilots,
employed to fly military aircraft under the direction of the United States Army Air Forces
during World War II. They were created on August 1943,
numbered 1,074, flew over 60 million miles in every type of military aircraft
before they were disbanded in September 1944. The WASP was granted veteran status in 1977, and given the Congressional Gold Medal in 2009.
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