For their part, the girls would have no idea where they were and would take pains to hide from the Japanese. No big distress signals, no bonfires, no visible signs of human habitation.
Reconnaissance aircraft flying over the island would see no signs of people and, since both sides had cracked the other’s codes, they would know there was no enemy interest in Bidney Island so the girls would remain relatively safe.
Who were these girls and how did they would get there?
Well, they couldn’t be from the mainland USA or even Hawaii, that would make no sense. How in the world would they end up on the other side of the Pacific?
World tensions the way they were,
nobody would fly students into a hot spot,
they would be flying them out.
That meant they had to start in the Philippines and be heading south to safety in Australia. And they had to fly: An aircrew could get killed easily but on a sinking ship there would be at least one sailor assigned to look after them on a lifeboat.
So…what are these all-American girls doing in the Philippines?
Obviously the children of diplomats, trade managers, oil company executives, etc. People of privilege who could afford to bring their families halfway around the world back in the 1930s.
The school would cater to that class of clientele, though as often the case, the nuns running the school would be using it to fund another school for needy children in a rundown Filipino only neighborhood.
The girls in the school would all be white Americans or Europeans, certainly all English-speaking.
There would be one Filipino girl among them, an outsider.
As war tensions ratcheted up, their parents evacuated them to Australia, youngest girls first, until only one planeload of girls in their mid-to-late teens was left.
That would be the flight that got shot down on December 7th, 1941 (yeah, yeah, I know, I know, when the Japanese attacked the Philippines it was December 8th because of the International Dateline; it’s called artistic license, folks).
(to be continued)
…so that wraps things up for tonight.
Serenity, will you please close
our meeting with The Lord’s Prayer?
Sure thing, Mr. C!
Our Father in Heaven, holy is your name.
Your kingdom come and your will be done
here on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us what we need for today,
and punish us the way we punish others.
Lead us away from temptation,
and save us from evil,
for yours is the kingdom
and the power
and the glory forever.
Amen. Uh, Serenity, I don’t mean to sound critical, but it’s
“forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us”,
not “punish us the way we punish others”.
Melchizedek Todd interviewed me on his Prolifick Radio show, The God Scene With Mel And Nicole. My interview starts at the 24:43 mark on the Februay 21, 2012 show. Topics include Serenity, Savage Angels, and other upcoming stories plus the Christian Comic Arts Society (CCAS).
And speaking of the CCAS, be sure to read Sara Napier’s in-depth article on the organization in New Identity magazine #14, available online. She does a great job covering the history and purpose of the organization.
Why did Parker yank you out of math?
Hadta piddle in a jar.
So…how did you do?
I ain’t in the back of a patrol car, am I?
That’s good. How often do you have to do this?
Whenever Parker is in a pissy mood, I guess.
I’d think it would be better if you were in a pissy mood.
But you’re okay, right?
I’m clean, but not everybody I know is.
What difference does that make?
Just steer clear of the dopers.
Hard to do when you share a roof with ‘em.
Some of these drug tests are so sensitive they can
register a false positive even if you just ride in a car
where somebody smoked a joint earlier.
Tell me about it. I’m busting my buns to stay clean & sober,
I don’t need to get busted ‘cuz the penguin hasta chill after work.
Okay. Hey, can I ask you something personal?
That’s why you’re flunking English.
Skip it. My question is why did you start smoking dope in the first place?
Oh, that’s easy: ‘Cuz it feels sooooo fracking goooood.
Heard it on TV. I like dropping it ‘cuz adults can’t say boo
when ya do ‘cuz the it’s a technical term, sumthin’ to do
with mining or oil or gas or sumthin’.
Okay. But just ‘cuz it feels good?
Yeah. Well…more like it numbs the pain.
Know what’s crazy? Sometimes I’d hurt so much
I’d do anything to not feel it: X, grass, booze, guys.
Then other times I’d feel so numb I was afraid
I’d never feel anything ever again.
That was scary.
Too much dope, huh?
No, I’d feel numb even when I was straight, like…
…like I wasn’t even really there, y’know?
I’d just be kinda watching myself do stuff,
not really knowing why I did it.
Well, no offense, but you still do stuff that nobody knows why.
Yeah, but that’s just me being stupid.
Nowadays at least I feel like I’m
at home in my head.
So the 12-step thing is working out for you?
Yeah. Color me surprised.
Sure it isn’t the Derek factor?
It’s kinda hard to say.
Seriously: I’m not ‘spose to talk about
the meetings outside of the meetings.
Somebody took great pains to explain that to me.
Ain’t saying. But I can say this:
The meetings are to help us get clean and stay sober,
not into each other’s pants.
…not that I would object if that happened.
Somebody else might object.
She can unlax: Ain’t gonna happen.
Derek’s pretty emphatic on that.
Look it up.
I just did. It’s not on Wikipedia.
Gimme fifteen minutes and it will be.