Lenora sat at the edge of her bed, half listening while she tried to write a letter to her daughter. She had half a dozen opening lines written in pencil and then scribbled out again; whenever she tried to summon the thrill of that first flight, she kept coming back to the image of those poor women flipping their plane and crashing into the barn. And this was a training flight! It would never be easier than it was right now!<br/><br/>Her head came up suddenly and she stood, moving over to Yelena's bed and putting an arm around the other woman. "Marina, you should be ashamed of yourself!" she said. "Those poor girls were someone's wives or daughters. To act so cruelly and callously when a family has lost a part of itself -- have you no heart?"<br/><br/>She inclined her head a notch at Yelena's praise. "Marina put me into the perfect angle. All I had to do was drop the hammers at the right moment." She took a deep breath and let it out. "I can only hope that it will always be that easy, when we're dropping actual bombs on the Hitlerite dogs!"