Or “Eliza,” for that matter.

I can’t think if anything to say about these pages; fun things write themselves too easily, for their own reasons.

Everybody thinks I made up the weird characters in the 469th.  Those are the kind of things that happen in the war; people end up where they’re not “supposed” to be, with the wrong people, and then pay the consequences for things they could hardly help.  One wrong step in a war, and you’re at the end of a rope or in front of a firing squad.