Lieutenant Cherry Ames, of the Army Nurse Corps, training at Randolph Field, Texas, to become a flight nurse, decided to take time out, this hot September morning, for a coke.
In the PX — the post exchange — Cherry ran into her old friend Ann Evans. Ann, looking pale, was buying cigarettes.
“Why, Annie, you don’t smoke!” Cherry protested.
“No, but my pilot does,” Ann replied grimly. “We made a pact. Anyone who gets airsick on training flights has to buy the crew chief a carton of cigarettes. Not only am I flipsy-flopsy in the stomach — I’m going broke!”
Cherry grinned. “You’ll outgrow it as I did. Come on over here to the soda fountain and have a cup of tea.”