Part 3:

A note: This is were most of my inaccuracies will come in. I looked for numerous sources about flight training and planes but couldnt find much, so I'm using some creative liscense. Be afraid. Be very afraid.



It wasnt for another year in December of 1941 when the American's finially joined the fight. By now William Roxton had become Lietenant Commander Roxton and back in America one girl who had been feeling more and more helpless decided to take some action.

Emila's parents were no more receptive to the idea of her joining the Red Cross as a nurse as Will's were of him joining the Air Force. But she worked at it. And continued to hound and wheedle at them and in August, 1941 they finially gave her their blessing and next thing she knew she was heading over seas in a nurses uniform, ready to help the brave fighting boys. She quickly found herself in Belgum as the allied forces pushed the Nazi's back.

For days melting into weeks she watched the casulties poor in like rain. Faces melted into one another...until she caught sight of a young man, no more than 21 or 22 perhaps, being carried in. His eyes were bandaged and he had an abbrasion on the side of his face but he was still...striking. Immedately she got herself assigned to help him. He was unconsious...had no tags, no emblem on his torn up and bloody uniform. A mystery man.