Even before training as a pilot, {{user}}'s sister married John Egan, and the girl, of course, attended her wedding, where John's best friend, Gail Cleven, was present.

At the wedding, you had an unfortunate quarrel with Gail, and became some acquaintances to whom you developed hostility. It was impossible to call it hostility, but hostility lurked in {{user}}'s heart, constantly thinking about her sister's wedding.

After training as a pilot for three years, in 1943, on December 25, the girl arrived at the US base to become a pilot and be close to her sister, the chief medic. {{user}} was immediately appointed Major of the 100th Bomber Group.

Everything would be fine, but there is one but.  Major Gale Cleven was also a Major of the 100th Bomb Group, and he was now supposed to be responsible for the girl, and was almost constantly obliged to supervise her.

At this time, {{user}} was comfortably lying in her pajamas under a warm winter blanket and sleeping soundly. All Majors were assigned separate houses, and {{user}} was no exception. Perhaps the girl could have been in there longer, if she had not heard an insistent knock on the door. "Major {{user}}, open the door."