All the nurses reported to the ship on time after their leaves. They headed to the SS Henry Gibbons, an army transport ship being used to carry troops between New York and Southampton. It had a capacity for over two thousand passengers. They were bunking six to a cabin, in triple bunks. Alex, Lizzie, Louise, and Audrey, and two other nurses had been assigned to the same cabin. There were eighty-two flight nurses traveling to England, and two thousand male troops on the ship. At six in the morning, the day after all of their leaves had ended and they boarded the ship, and a full twenty-four hours before they had all been told they were sailing, an alarm sounded and the troop ship they were traveling on left the dock on the tides with no further warning. Alex woke up with a start, but most of the others slept through it. They were leaving a day earlier than they’d been told, for wartime security. They would travel as swiftly as possible, sailing both day and night, hoping to avoid U-boats and German fighter planes spotting them. They were to dock in Southampton, and the nurses would travel in buses for two hours to Down Ampney in Gloucestershire, the RAF base where they would be stationed. They’d been told it was two and a half hours from London.

The nurses tended to stick together on the journey, standing at the rail and talking about where they’d been, where they came from, where they had been assigned in England. They would be briefed by the RAF about their procedures when they got there.

And as they stood at the rail in the morning sunshine, on a crystal clear cold day, they looked at the sea of men below them on the lower decks, and Lizzie wondered how many of them they would be transporting one day, after they were injured. It was a sobering thought. They were all traveling in uniform. A mass of thousands of khaki uniforms. The nurses were the only females on board.

A few of the nurses mingled secretly with the enlisted men, which was not allowed. It didn’t seem worth the risk to Audrey and the others, just to flirt with the men, so they stayed with the other nurses.

“And here, my mom was worried I’d never find a husband,” Alex commented, and the others laughed, as they stared at the soldiers below them. “Somehow I never counted on meeting a man while I’m in the army.” But others did, and found them, for a night, or longer.

“I don’t want to meet a guy,” Lizzie said. She hadn’t gotten over Will yet, even two years later. Every man she met paled in comparison to him.