“I don’t know anything about a war bond tour, Doctor, but the blond boy, who is my executive officer, is a double ace. The other boy, the boy with the big mouth, has eight kills.”
“And you, Captain? Or am I being offensive?”
“Six,” Galloway said. “Is that all, Doctor?”
“Except to repeat, welcome home, yes, that’s all.”
“Is this important, Captain?” the nurse in Ward 7C’s glass-walled office asked. “Commander Kocharski has been in the operating room all morning. She’s taking a nap, and I really hate to disturb her.”
“Please tell her it’s Charley Galloway,” Galloway said.
“I think I’m in love with you, Lieutenant,” Lieutenant Dunn said. “What did you say your name was?”
“Shut up, Bill!” Galloway snapped.
“Just a moment, please,” the nurse said.
A minute later, a large woman in her forties appeared in the office. She wore no makeup, her pale-blond hair was cut very short, and she was in a fresh set of surgical whites.
“Hello, Charley,” she said, very softly.
“Hiya, Flo,” Galloway said.
“My God, I hope this isn’t what I think it is.”
“That ugly friend of yours was last seen boarding a transport for Pearl via Noumea,” Galloway said. “He asked me to say hello.”
With astonishing speed for her bulk, Lieutenant Commander Kocharski moved across the office to Captain Galloway. She wrapped her arms around him, then put her face on his chest and sobbed.
“Oh, Charley, thank God!” she said. “The sonofabitch never writes, and I’ve been nearly out of my mind.”
The other nurse looked at Lieutenant William C. Dunn to see his reaction to this. Dunn winked at her, and she snapped her head away.
“He’s all right, Flo,” Galloway said, somewhat awkwardly patting Commander Kocharski on the back. “And he’ll be stationed here. We’re refitting at Ewa.”
Commander Kocharski regained control of her emotions.
“Jesus Christ, look at me!” she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“You look good, Flo,” Galloway said.
Commander Kocharski looked at Dunn.
“I know who you are,” she announced. “You’re Billy Dunn. Steve wrote me about you. He said even if you look like a high school cheerleader, you’re the best pilot he ever saw.”
The nurse lieutenant looked at Dunn just in time to hear Commander Kocharski add, “Carol, he’s shot down eight Japs.”
“Actually, ten,” Lieutenant Pickering interjected, and added: “I have just had a divine revelation: The lady’s referring to Big Steve.”
“Which one are you?” Commander Kocharski asked, turning to him.
“Pickering is my name,” Pick said.
“Dick Stecker’s buddy,” Commander Kocharski immediately identified him. “He’s much better. Or have you seen him?”
“That’s our next stop,” Galloway said.
“He’s in Nine Dog,” Commander Kocharski said. “I better go with you, to make sure they let you see him.”
“I gather you and Big Steve are good friends?” Pickering asked.
“Friends, hell. We’re married,” Commander Kocharski said. “We had our time in, we were going to retire, so we got married, and then this goddamned war came along.”
“Lieutenant,” Galloway said to the other nurse, deadly serious, “if what the Commander just said gets any further than these four walls, there are three officers here who will swear nothing like that was ever said.”
“She’s told me,” the nurse said. “And I didn’t hear what she said, anyway.”
“Thank you,” Galloway said.
“Big Steve never told me he was married,” Pickering said.
“I’ll tell you about it later,” Galloway said.
“Charley, I can get off; can we go somewhere for a drink? Jesus, there’s no place private, unless I sneak you into the nurses’ quarters…”
“By an odd coincidence, I know a place where we could have a drink in private,” Pick said. “But we’d need wheels to get there.”
“I think the two of you have all the sauce you can handle,” Commander Kocharski said, and then asked suspiciously, “What kind of a place?”
“My father’s got a house here,” Pickering said. “I can use it.”
“We have wheels,” Flo said. “Your car, Charley. I’ve been driving it.”
“Then the problem is solved,” Pickering said.
“You can sit on my lap,” Dunn said to the nurse.
“Of all the nerve! What makes you think I’d go anywhere with you?”