All four of them were busy for the rest of the flight, dealing with the wounded men they were transporting. The boy with the worst chest wound started gasping for air halfway through the flight and his heartbeat was irregular. Charlie administered a shot of Adrenalin with Pru’s permission. Lizzie watched him closely, and then moved among the other men, taking vital signs where necessary, and administering a dose of morphine IV to the boy who’d lost his arm. It was touch and go for several of them, and they had to follow a circuitous route on the way back, which took longer. By the time they reached the ground an hour and a half later, none of them had died or were worse than they had been when they were put on the plane. The ambulances were waiting for them on arrival, and in fifteen minutes, all the patients were on their way to the hospital, and the boy with the open chest wound was doing better. He was going straight into surgery when he got to the hospital. They were ready for him.

After flying her first mission with them, Lizzie could see what a difference the flying transport made. Many of the men wouldn’t have survived being moved by ambulances or military transport trucks. The planes got them to critical help faster and into operating rooms they couldn’t provide at field hospitals, for complicated surgeries.

“You guys do an incredible job,” Lizzie said, in awe of what she’d seen. And Pru was right, Ed had more advanced skills than an ordinary corpsman or medic. He had the skills of a doctor in several areas.

The pilot walked past them then. They’d just called him on the radio. “We’re going out again in twenty minutes. I’m going to refuel, and then we’ll go. You have time for a cup of coffee,” he said, and climbed down the ladder to see about refueling. Pru and Lizzie and the two corpsmen headed into the hangar to grab a cup of coffee before they took off again.

They did five flights that day, and Lizzie was deeply impressed by the variety of injuries they dealt with, and how expertly they handled each case. She followed them on their rounds among the litters and did what she could for the patients they assigned to her. By the end of the first day, she felt like part of a well-oiled machine, and a highly efficient team, and Ed looked at her with admiration.

“You’ll do,” he said to her, smiling slowly. “You’re going to do fine when you’re in charge, after you fly a few times with me and Pru. All you need are two good corpsmen, and we have some damn good ones here. And you’re a fine nurse, Lieutenant.”