A Fight for Survival

The Promotion

September 1st, 1942 - Fort Des Moines, Iowa

The sun had barely crested the horizon when Molly stirred from her bunk at 0530 hours. The sky outside her window was a canvas of vibrant hues - oranges, pinks, and purples melding with the fading night. With practiced efficiency, she donned her uniform and made her way to the mess hall. The aroma of strong coffee and hearty breakfast fare greeted her as she entered. Spotting her grandfather, Colonel Nelson, she approached with a crisp salute before embracing him warmly. "At ease, soldier," he chuckled, returning the hug. "I trust you're prepared for today's challenges?"

Molly nodded, sipping her tea. "Yes, sir." The Colonel's expression turned serious. "Good, because as of now, you're being promoted to First Lieutenant, leading 3rd Platoon of Hornet Company."

Molly nearly choked on her tea. "Sir?" "You'll report to the officer's barracks tonight and begin Women's OCS training immediately." Doubt clouded Molly's features. "With all due respect, sir... why me? I'm not exactly known for my tact or diplomacy." Colonel Nelson's eyes softened. "Leadership isn't about being perfect, Ginger. It's about inspiring others, making tough decisions, and learning from your mistakes. I've seen those qualities in you since you were knee-high to a grasshopper." Before Molly could respond, Alexis burst into the mess hall, looking slightly disheveled. She snapped to attention upon seeing the Colonel "At ease, Corporal. I actually need to talk to you as well young lady. But I seems as if you want some chow, well talk later does 1130 sound good to you." "Yes, sir. I will be there. Your office?" He nods, excusing himself.

 Alexis slid onto the bench next to Molly, immediately sensing her friend's distress. "Spill it, Ginger. What's got you looking like you've seen a ghost?" Molly recounted the conversation, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Me, a Lieutenant? I grew up wrangling horses and hunting, not leading soldiers!"

Alexis squeezed her hand. "And that's exactly why you'll be great at this. You've got grit, Molly. You know how to adapt, how to push through when things get tough. Remember when you led our class through that disastrous senior trip? You kept everyone calm and got us home safe."

A ghost of a smile played on Molly's lips. "I suppose you have a point." "Of course I do," Alexis grinned. "Now, how about we go show that obstacle course who's boss before your fancy officer training begins? Nothing clears the head like a good gallop." Molly's smile widened. "You always know just what to say, Alex. Race you to the stables?" As they dashed out of the mess hall, a mixture of excitement and trepidation bubbled in Molly's chest. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she knew she wouldn't face them alone.