When war erupted across Europe in 1939, sixteen year old Katherine Montague had known what she wanted to do - what she had to do. Now, five years later and a trained nurse in the British army, she finds herself thrust into the thick of that same war...
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Yay for another update!! I wanted to push this chapter out before the start of a busy weekend, and I finally finished it in the knick of time! Let me know what you guys think! Again, I am so excited to start this journey with y'all! <3
Katherine's foot tapped incessantly against the cobblestone. She'd arrived at the train station nearly two hours prior, and had been waiting on a bench outside the station ever since.
It had been a grueling trip to say the least, but after a four hour boat ride that had made her want to vomit up everything she'd eaten for breakfast, and a five hour trip along what was left of the railway connecting Calais to Belgium, she'd arrived at the small town of Andenne. She'd been told this would be the farthest the train would take her, seeing as the tracks closest to the German line were either unsafe for travel, or had been blown up entirely during the bombings. She'd been assured someone would be here to fetch her once she arrived at the station though. Of course now that she'd been sitting here for the better part of two hours, she wasn't so sure anymore.
She glanced down at her watch - ten 'til eight. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, and looked up at the sky. The sun had set nearly an hour ago, and the last train of the day had long since come and gone. It would be completely dark soon, and the station would be closed.
Where was her escort? She'd memorized her itinerary like the back of her hand. Someone was supposed to be here. And, as far as she knew, that hadn't changed. Surely they hadn't forgotten about her. Someone had to be expecting her. She stood to her feet and huffed out a sigh. If indeed, no one was coming, she supposed she should head into town. Picking up her trunk, she started to walk. Maybe she could find a telephone and ring the number she'd been given for the hospital.
"Oi!" A voice called from behind her after she'd made it a few dozen yards down the road. Turning on her heel, she squinted into the bright headlights of the jeep that had parked itself at a stop sign. "Are you headed to The 67th?"
"Yes," She said, approaching the vehicle, and the two men seated inside. They were both in uniform, except for their hats they'd removed for the drive.
"Well are you just going to stand there, or are going to get in?" The driver asked when she didn't move. She scoffed, her brow furrowing as her lips twisted into a distasteful frown. They had the nerve to rush her when they'd made her wait here alone for hours?
"Is something the matter?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Other than the fact you're two hours late?" She threw back, heaving her trunk into the back compartment of the jeep before opening the door and climbing into the backseat.
"Oh," He began, resting his arm against the passenger seat as he twisted around to look at her. "My apologies ... I didn't know we were expecting the king," He added, exchanging an amused look with his friend when he let out a snort from the seat beside her.
