In their new novel, Evac Squadron, Jimmy Mitchell and Lucy Dawson find themselves in the midst of the Korean War. Here’s a sneak peak!
“Helicopter!” One of the nurses shrieked.
Captain Lucy Dawson stuck her head out of her tent and watched with a certain amount of trepidation as one of the new medical evacuation helicopters appeared on the horizon. She scowled and pulled at her skirt as she rushed across the air field. She wasn’t the only curious one. By the time she made it across the base to the freshly painted “H,” a whole crowd of soldiers and nurses had gathered around.
The Bell H-13 helicopter’s props rumbled as it approached. The narrow frame tipped ever so slightly and came to a stop on the Air Force Base.
“I hope that it’s Bob Hope.” One of the nurses sighed.
“Bob Hope? I heard they transport Marilyn Monroe is in one of these things.” A soldier quipped.
Jimmy Mitchell climbed out with a grin on his face. The growing crowd let out a collective groan. The military gawkers mostly cleared out when they saw that it was just a pilot and not some high-ranking brass or very special guest.
Captain Lucy Dawson remained. She looked him over but didn’t take a step towards him.
“What is that?”
“A Ushanka. Don’t you like it?” His smile grew as he crossed towards her. “I thought I’d surprise you, Mrs. Mitchell.” He grabbed her by the waist and gave her a long kiss. The next thing she knew, she was pressed against the helicopter.
“That’s enough soldier. Do you want the MPs over here?”
“They’re probably too busy watching from the other tent.”
“You’re… “ She looked over and saw the canvas tent flutter. “You’re probably right.” She laughed.
“So you forgive me?”
“Not so fast. Let me get a look at you. What happened to Japan?”
“I heard there was more action here.” He smirked. “I’d say they were right.”
Take that thing off your head.” She tried to act mad, but she couldn’t hide her smile. “Sometimes, I miss the days of the fifty-mission crush.”
“It keeps my head warm.”
“So did your leather flight helmet. Where’s that?”
“We’ve got helmets now, baby. Wanna see my kill marks?” He laughed at his own joke.
“Where is your helmet, flyboy?” She pulled the Ushanka off his head. “Don’t tell me you traded it in for this tinker toy experiment.” Lucy thumped her fist against the Plexiglas bubble.
“Wanna go for a spin?”
“Not on your life.”