The entire squadron was going to attend the award ceremony five days before the American nurses were due to start going back to the States. They were flying back on military transports. There was so much to do, and so many papers to fill out before they left. The dormitory was exploding with life, with women packing and seeing friends, spending time with the men they’d been dating, and promising to visit each other once they got home. They all wondered if there would be enough jobs back home for all the nurses returning from the war. And some had boyfriends at home they hadn’t seen in three years. They wondered what that would be like. They had all changed so much. They were grown women now, not girls.

They had all learned so much, and life at home had moved on. Nieces and nephews had been born whom they’d never seen. Parents had died, relatives had gotten married. They had to fit back into a world that many of them had outgrown. Many had plans to marry men they hadn’t seen in years. And wartime lovers were being left behind. Soldiers were leaving babies they had spawned or trying to bring women to America to join them, but they would have to wait for their papers. They were leaving their new world and going back to their old one and wondered if they would still fit in after what they’d seen and done for nearly four years. There were so many who would never come home again and had died overseas in Normandy, and England, Italy, and Germany, and in the Pacific, like Lizzie’s brother. The world would never be the same again. War had changed all of them, and the returning men and women were going home as the new people they had become, while their friends and families waited for the old ones to return. It was going to be an adjustment for all.

Louise was walking back to the barracks from the airstrip after her last mission, wondering if her world had changed or if she was going home to the same prejudices and restrictions, when she saw a tall man watching her from the end of the airstrip. She had seen him as she came down the ladder in her flight suit. There was something familiar about him. She wondered if he was one of the men they’d saved, who had come to thank her and say goodbye. Many had. And as she walked toward him, he smiled at her, and then she saw the piercing blue eyes and knew who it was. She would have known those eyes anywhere.

“Bonsoir, Louise,” he said to her in French when she reached him. “I told you I would come and find you. We made it safely to Switzerland after we left you. You saved my life.” It was Gonzague.