

Well before the first women shipped out, before their
overseas work was operational, the Red Cross intuited that the women who would
organize and staff their clubs and mobile units all over the world must be
self-starters with stamina, confidence, and adaptability.
Most of the women who
applied (only one in six would be successful) were poised, charming, and
accomplished professionals who could draw on a varied life experience. They
were good conversationalists who could hold their own in a male-dominated
environment, who could laugh at a dirty joke but retain “girl next door” respectability,
who could offer comfort and stability to both the homesick and shell-shocked
soldiers. But it was her inner fortitude that likely won her the job, and it
will be that same strength that will see her through it all.
Stand in her shoes and close your eyes. It’s 1942, and
you’ve just signed on for the duration.
You don’t know where you will be posted
(a bomber base in southeast England or in the large cities of southeast
Australia, a club in Algiers, Calcutta or Chungking, a train serving men working
in the deserts of Persia, a naval base in Iceland or Cuba) or what your
day-to-day work will entail. You don’t know when you might next see your
parents or family and friends. Tied to that, of course, is the dawning realization
that you don’t know what the “duration” actually means. You have no crystal
ball that shows a return to normalcy by 1946. You don’t know yet how the war years
will shape and change you profoundly, how those years more than any others will
stand out as having been the most meaningful of your entire life. But you know
one thing for certain: you wouldn’t trade this opportunity to serve your
country with courage for anything.
Learn more about me and my writing on my website, and you can also find me on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram.
6 comments:
Eleri, I'm so glad you are a Genre-ista and can remind us of the courage and commitment of the women who became Red Cross Girls. Do you know what other countries did to support their troops? My memory says the English had local women at the USO clubs in the UK.
Thanks Judith!
Yes, in many countries, local women attended dances, volunteered in the snack bars and kitchens, staffed the receptionist desk, and helped organize local field trips or outings for soldiers on leave. This was certainly true in England (as many as 400-500 British volunteers per day worked in the American Red Cross Rainbow Corner club in London, and it was open 24/7 for over 3 yrs). It also was the case in Australia and in the Western & Mediterranean European countries as the Allies advanced. Cultural barriers prevented women from volunteering or working in countries such as New Guinea or various Pacific islands, although young boys and men often helped too. The UK and Australia each had their own Red Cross and USO type organizations to support their own troops as well. It was a huge effort!
Very interesting post! I find that time period in history fascinating.
Superheros indeed! Their courage is so inspiring. Your series fills a hole in the body of WW2 fiction. Thank you!
What a great post, Eleri. I loved reading the nursing novels as a kid. And was always in awe of the brave women who worked not only as civilians in these careers, but in the military. My aunt worked in WWII, as a pilot who ferried planes to England. And when planes were worn out, those same pilots ferried them back to the "graveyards" in the US. They were trained on a military base in TX (her unit the 3rd Ferrying Group, Air Transport Command), but were never officially considered in the military, and thus didn't receive benefits after the war. Many died in the "line of duty." My aunt fought hard to gain benefits and survivor benefits for families who lost their mothers, daughters, and wives. That didn't happen until the 70s. There is now an entire display devoted to the WASPs in the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum.
Thanks Diana & Sarah.
Deb, that's fantastic that your aunt was a WASP! She would have trained at Avenger Field in Sweetwater, TX -- there have been several novels and at least one nonfiction book published on the WASPs if you are interested. My heroine's best friend became a WASP and then when the program was disbanded in Dec 1944, she volunteered with the Red Cross. All these women were amazing!
Post a Comment