"On Target"
In an anti-aircraft station in the south of England the siren murdered sleep. Eight girls of an ATS (Auxiliary Territorial Service) crew slapped on tin hats, raced for the gun pit. Jerry was upstairs. The detectors had him pegged.
Turning the little knobs on her gun predictor for the first time in real action, 18-year-old Private Nora Caveney matched up the pointers, cried: "On target." As the guns spat, came the high whine of German bombs, a crash. A hot, jagged bomb splinter ripped through the sandbags and struck Nora Caveney in the chest. Another girl jumped into her place;...
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