Ed was as devastated as Emma, even more so because he was guilt-ridden for having taken the day off. The same thing had happened when their crew’s plane lost an engine and Pru and Emma were MIA for eight days. But this time the entire crew had died, and he hadn’t, and he couldn’t forgive himself. He sobbed in Lizzie’s arms when he found out, and he got blind drunk that night. Why hadn’t he died with her? Why had he been spared? The questions kept going around in his mind, and Emma was the first to absolve him.
“We don’t decide these things,” Emma said, trying to get through to him in the abyss of guilt where he was drowning. “They happen. We’re in the wrong place, or the right one, on any given day. God decides. We don’t.”
“She was twenty-five years old. She didn’t deserve to die. She was the best person I knew, always kind to everyone, always generous, always forgiving. Why Pru?” he sobbed.
“It was her destiny. It could be you or me tomorrow. None of us knows.” Her brother, Phillip, had been twenty-four.
“It should have been me instead of her,” he said angrily.
“And what good would that do? What about Lizzie? She needs you too. How would she feel now if you’d been on that plane? She’s already lost a brother, she doesn’t need to lose you too.” He nodded, hearing reason finally. But Pru’s parents had lost two children now. It made Emma think of the journal again. She wanted to finish reading it and send it to them. She read more of it that night and fell asleep with it in her hand. There were several entries in it about Emma that made her laugh and cry. Pru talked about how much fun they had, what a terrific girl Emma was and how much she liked her. The entries touched her and, in some ways, made Pru’s death seem even worse. She talked about how much she loved her family too. Emma realized again how much the journal would mean to them as soon as she finished reading it. She meant to send it as soon as she could, but she was so tired, she fell asleep at night with it in her hand, and never seemed to get through it.
The clothes and personal possessions she had boxed up for Pru’s family had been sent to them by the RAF, but Emma still had the journal she knew they should have too.
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Everyone kept saying that the war would end soon, that the Allies were turning it around. Having the Americans on the ground since the invasion of Normandy in June was helpful. Paris had been liberated, and the Germans had lost some ground around Europe, but not enough, and the Luftwaffe was relentless. The Germans still hadn’t surrendered.
Emma said afterwards that the Fates seemed to have saved the worst for last for them. Three weeks after Pru’s plane was shot down with her crew, Audrey went out on a mission in November, and her plane was shot down too. Everyone on the flight was lost, this time with twenty-four wounded men on board that they had just picked up. The plane exploded midair. Twenty-nine souls were lost. Lizzie floated around the dormitory like a ghost, unable to believe what had happened. This time, Ed consoled her, as she had him three weeks before when Pru died. And ironically, it happened on Thanksgiving Day. She had lost her older brother, the man she loved, and her best friend to the war by then. It was a crushing blow. The whole unit mourned both women. Like Pru, Audrey was such a good person, always giving to others and doing for them. Her whole life had been a gift to someone else, first to her mother, then her patients, to Lizzie as a friend, and to her fellow nurses.
Unlike Pru, who had a family, Audrey had no one to mourn her. She had no family left. Her parents were gone, her brother had been killed in the war. There were only her friends and the nurses she had worked with. They hadn’t had a recent casualty in the Women’s Flying Corps until Pru and Audrey so close together, just weeks apart. Their deaths had cost the unit, and everyone who knew and loved them, dearly.
There was some talk about a commemorative headstone in the cemetery they used on the base, since there were no remains. With Ed’s encouragement, Lizzie went to see their commanding officer to explain Audrey’s heritage, and that her parents and brother and grandfather were buried at the cemetery of the Naval Academy in Annapolis, and Audrey should have a headstone there. The air forces agreed to undertake the arrangements, and pay for it if necessary, and to notify the cemetery in Annapolis, since she was from a distinguished naval family, and Audrey had distinguished herself in combat.
Speaking to the commanding officer made Lizzie wonder what Audrey’s financial situation had been. She had never thought of it before, but she knew she had kept her parents’ house and it had stood empty and closed up since she’d enlisted in the Army Air Forces. She had no idea what would happen to the house in a case like this. She spoke to Ed about it, and he didn’t know either. He smiled gently at Lizzie, who was glad she’d told the CO about the cemetery in Annapolis. The CO had told her that Audrey would be awarded a medal for distinguished service posthumously. It could be put on display at the cemetery or incorporated in the headstone. The ceremony and the medal would come later, and she was sure the Americans would give Audrey a medal as well. It was small consolation but it was something. Audrey’s service to her country should never be forgotten. Lizzie knew she would love and remember her forever. It saddened Lizzie to realize that Audrey’s whole family was gone now, and Audrey too.