Parrish walked her to the Major’s office. “The Major’s convinced the war can still be lost, though it’s difficult to imagine how. I mean, we’ve already taken the beaches and half the coast of France, and the Germans are on the run.”
But the Major was right. The Allied forces would shortly be bogged down in the hedgerows of France, and if they hadn’t stopped the Germans at the Battle of the Bulge-
“You needn’t look so nervy,” Parrish said, stopping outside the Major’s door. “The Major’s actually not bad unless you’re attempting to put one over on her.” She knocked on the door, opened it, and said, “Lieutenant Kent is here, Major.”
“Send her in, Lieutenant,” the Major said. “Have you found any blankets yet?”
“No, Major,” Parrish said. “Neither Croydon nor New Cross has any they can spare. I have a call in to Streatham.”
“Good. Tell them it’s an emergency. And send in Grenville.”
She does know about the V-1s, Mary thought. That’s why she’s been so determined to stock up on supplies.
Parrish left.
“What medical training have you had, Lieutenant?” the Major asked.
“I hold certificates in first aid and emergency nursing.”
“Excellent.” She picked up Mary’s transfer papers. “I see you were stationed in Oxford. With an ambulance unit?”
“Yes, Major.”
“Oh, then you will have met-what is it?” she asked as Parrish leaned in the door.
“Headquarters on the telephone, Major.”
The Major nodded and reached for the receiver. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment…” she said, and into the telephone, “Major Denewell here.” There was a pause. “I am fully aware of that, but my unit needs those blankets. We begin transporting the wounded this afternoon.” She rang off and smiled at Mary. “Now, where were we? Oh, yes, your previous assignments,” she said, looking through her papers. “And I see you drove an ambulance in London during the Blitz. Which part of London?”
“Southwark.”
“Oh, well, then you must know-”
There was a knock on the door. “Yes, come in,” the Major said, and Grenville poked her head in.
“You wanted me, Major?”
“Yes, I want an inventory of all our medical supplies.”
Grenville nodded and left.
“Now, where were we?” the Major said, picking up the transfer papers again.
You were about to ask me about someone I knew in London during the Blitz, Mary thought, bracing herself, but the Major said, “I see your transfer authorization is dated June seventh.”
“Yes, ma’am. I had difficulty obtaining transport. The invasion-”
The Major nodded. “Yes, well, the important thing is that you’re here now. We shall have our hands full over the next few days. Bethnal Green and Croydon will eventually also be transporting patients from hospital in Dover to Orpington, but for now we are the only unit assigned to transport duty. I’m sending you to Dover with Talbot and Fairchild this afternoon. They’ll teach you the route. Has Fairchild shown you the schedule and the duty rosters?”
“Yes, Major.”
“Our job here is extremely important, Lieutenant. This war is not yet won. It can still be lost, unless every one of us does our part. I expect you to do yours.”
“Yes, ma’am, I will.”
“You’re dismissed, Lieutenant.”
She saluted smartly, and started for the door, doing her best not to look like she was escaping. She put her hand on the doorknob. “Just a moment, Lieutenant. You said you were stationed in Oxford-”
Mary held her breath.
“I don’t suppose they have any blankets they can spare?”
“I’m afraid not. Our post was always short.”
“Oh, well, ask in Dover if they have any. And tell Lieutenant Fairchild I know all about the pool and that I will not allow any premature declarations of victory at my post.”
“Yes, Major,” she said and went to find Fairchild, who wasn’t at all alarmed that the Major knew.
“At least she didn’t forbid us to have it,” she said, shrugging. “Come along, we’re leaving.”
They drove south through Croydon and then turned east, straight down the middle of what in two days would be Bomb Alley.
I should have had all the rocket times and locations implanted instead of just the ones in southeast London, Mary thought, even though that wouldn’t have been possible. There’d been far too many-nearly ten thousand V-1s and eleven hundred V-2s-so she’d focused on the ones which had hit the area around Dulwich, those that had hit London, and the area in between. But not the area between Dulwich and Dover.
Mr. Dunworthy will have a fit when he finds out I’ve been in Bomb Alley, she thought. But they would only be doing this till the V-1s began coming over. After that they’d have their hands full dealing with the incidents in their immediate area.
The route to Dover wove through a series of twisting lanes and tiny villages. She did her best to memorize it, but there were no signposts to go by, and on the return trip she had to devote all her attention to the patient they’d picked up. “He’s to have surgery on his leg,” the nurse said as he was loaded into the ambulance. She lowered her voice so he wouldn’t hear, “I’m afraid amputation may be necessary. Gangrene.” And when Mary climbed in the back with him, she could smell a sickening sweet smell.
“He’s been sedated,” the nurse had told her, but before they were five miles out of Dover, he opened his eyes and asked, “They’re not going to cut it off, are they?” and what had nurses in 1944 said in answer to a question like that? What could anyone in any era say?
“You mustn’t think about that now,” she said. “You must rest.”
“It’s all right. I already know they are. It’s queer, isn’t it? I made it through Dunkirk and El Alamein and the invasion without getting injured, and then a bloody lorry turned over on me.”
“You shouldn’t talk. You’ll tire yourself out.”
He nodded. “Soldiers getting killed all round me on Sword Beach, and I didn’t get so much as a scratch. Lucky all the way. Did I ever tell you about Dunkirk, Sister?”
He must think she was his nurse in hospital at Dover. “Try to sleep,” she murmured.
“I thought I wasn’t going to make it off. I thought I was going to be left behind on the beach-the Germans were coming up fast-but my luck held. The chap who took me aboard had been pulled off Dunkirk two days before, and had come back to help get the rest of us off. He’d made three crossings already and the last one they’d nearly been torpedoed.”
He was still talking when they reached the War Emergency Hospital in Orpington. “I nearly drowned, and he jumped in and saved me, hauled me aboard. If it hadn’t been for him-”
Talbot opened the doors, and two attendants came out to unload the stretcher. Mary scrambled out, holding the plasma bottle aloft. An attendant took it from her. “Good luck, soldier,” she said as they started into the hospital with him.
“Thank you,” he said. “If it hadn’t been for him, and for your listening to me-”
“Wait!” Fairchild said, leaping past Mary and inside. “You can’t take that blanket. It’s ours.”
“Oh, no,” Mary said to Talbot. “I completely forgot to ask in Dover if they had any blankets.”
“I did. They didn’t.”
Fairchild came back, triumphantly carrying the blanket. “Did you ask if they had any extras to spare?” Talbot asked her.
“They don’t. I nearly had to wrestle them to get this one back.”
“What about Bethnal Green?” Mary suggested. “Could we go by the post there on the way home and check to see if they-?”