Chapter Fourteen
Airplanes buzzed overhead, and sweat broke out on Doris’s face. She squinted at the blue expanse above as she guided the ambulance along the remote stretch of highway on the way to the hospital. Would the dark profile of an aircraft always give her the shakes, even after the war?
Tasked with picking up two patients who needed Ron’s expertise, she had pushed the vehicle to its limits and prayed for a smooth ride. She should have been more specific in her conversations with the Lord. Doris’s stomach roiled. “The glare is too strong, Sheryl. I can’t identify the planes. Should we take cover?”
Medic Sheryl King accompanied her to care for the injured men during the return trip. Face ashen, she stared at the sky for a long moment. “Months have passed since the Jerries did an
