The Flight Girls by Noelle Salazar
English | 2019 | General Fiction | ePUB | 1.1 Mb
The Flight Girls : A stunning story about the Women Airforce Service Pilots, whose courage during World War II turned ordinary women into extraordinary heroes
1941. Audrey Coltrane has always wanted to fly. It’s why she implored her father to teach her at the little airfield back home in Texas. It’s why she signed up to train military pilots in Hawaii when the war in Europe began. And it’s why she insists she is not interested in any dream-derailing romantic involvements, even with the disarming Lieutenant James Hart, who fast becomes a friend as treasured as the women she flies with. Then one fateful day, she gets caught in the air over Pearl Harbor just as the bombs begin to fall, and suddenly, nowhere feels safe.
To make everything she’s lost count for something, Audrey joins the Women Airforce Service Pilots program. The bonds she forms with her fellow pilots reignite a spark of hope in the face war, and—especially when James goes missing in action—give Audrey the strength to cross the front lines and fight for everything she holds dear.Shining a light on a little-known piece of history, The Flight Girls is a sweeping portrayal of women’s fearlessness in the face of adversity, and the power of friendship to make us soar.
“As I turned back to the water, I paused, my gaze hesitating on a man lying on his side thirty yards away. He looked up from his book and our eyes met.
I sucked in a breath and turned away. For reasons I couldn’t ascertain, the commanding officer of airmen recruits at Wheeler Army Airfield, and my boss’s superior, unsettled me. Not in a fearful way. No, it was something else. Something quieter. Compelling. A fluttering that had nestled low in my belly the first morning we’d met on the tarmac four months ago and wouldn’t settle. Try as I might, thoughts of him permeated my mind even when I wasn’t training new pilots with him right under my nose. That he was often where we were on our days off didn’t help.
The roar of the waves drowned out the sound of my heartbeat as they swelled, crashed and lapped onto the shore around me, calming my nerves and bringing me back to my reason for standing there.
Per the calendar tacked to the wall outside the break room of the training hangar, I’d seen that a couple planes were scheduled to be parked at Haleiwa airstrip fifteen minutes south of where we were and, knowing their route would take them up through the middle of the island before looping around and down, I wanted a front-row seat as they flew past.
“What time is it?” I called over my shoulder.
“Eleven thirty-six,” Jean said. “Maybe they ain’t coming after all.”