Air Transport Auxiliary (ATA) Quotes in Code Name Verity
The words rattled around in Maddie’s head all the way to the telephone. Not “She’ll need to go to hospital if she’s been injured, but, “She’ll need to go to hospital if she’s been flying an airplane.”
A flying girl! thought Maddie. A girl flying an airplane!
No, she corrected herself; a girl /not/ flying a plane. A girl tipping up a plane in a sheep field.
But she flew it first. She had to be able to fly it in order to land it (or crash it).
The leap seemed logical to Maddie.
I’ve never crashed my motorbike, she thought. I could fly an airplane.
“I won’t be flying again, will I? […]”
Dympna stood smoking calmly in the evening sunlight and watched Maddie for a while. Then she said, “There’s going to be air work for girls in this war. You wait. They’re going to need all the pilots they can get fighting for the Royal Air Force. That’ll be the young men, some of them with less training than you’ve got now, Maddie. And that’ll leave the old men, and the women, to deliver new aircraft and carry their messages and taxi their pilots. That’ll be us.”
The ground crew was aghast at the idea of a girl flying the broken Lysander.
“She won’t be strong enough. With the tail set for takeoff yon slip of a lass won’t be able to hold the stick hard for’ard enough for landing. Don’t know if anyone could.”
“Someone landed it here,” Maddie pointed out.
“I know what they’ll say. Silly girl, no brains, too soft, can’t trust a woman to do a man’s work. They only let us fly operational aircraft when they get desperate. And they’re always harder on us when we botch something.” All true, and what I said next was true too, but a bit petty—“You even get to keep your BOOTS and mine are BURNT.”
Etienne’s written out a list of local birds on the first three pages. For a week in 1928 Etienne Thibaut decided he was going to be a nature enthusiast. Sort of thing you do when you’re ten, about the age I took Gran’s gramophone to bits.
The list of birds makes me sad. What changes a small boy from a bird-watcher into a Gestapo inquisitor?