Rather than paying tribute to the numerous actual people who
populate my life and have exceptional or superhuman perseverance, strength, and
empathy for others, I decided to write today about a group of women who
straddle both worlds in a sense. The
heroines of my Clubmobile Girls novels are fictional, yet they are rooted
firmly in our documented history. Based on the thousands of women who answered
the call to wartime service with the American Red Cross, my heroines have a
strong sense of duty and patriotism, resilience, an adventurous and independent
streak, and exceptional courage.
Courage is the first word in the title of my first
Clubmobile Girls novel, and it is the attribute my heroines call forth more
than any other. As all good fictional characters do, my heroines must summon
their mental strength to withstand and extricate themselves and others from
dangerous situations. But my heroines evidence mettle from the beginning, way
before they are in any sort of perilous situation. Indeed, they have built up
and drawn on an enormous reservoir of tenacity before my readers meet them. Of
course, most American women served in some capacity during WWII, whether
working in a factory or defense plant, enlisting in one of the auxiliary
military service units, volunteering with the USO, the Red Cross, or a local
hospital, or tending a victory garden and economizing in her household. But the
women who secured overseas assignments with the American Red Cross evinced particularly
exceptional spirit and drive.
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.
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