Phyllis Marie by Terry Row

Phyllis Marie stood slim, petite, and pretty, with stunning green eyes that became more emerald with each passing year, her porcelain-white skin turned rosy-cheeked from the cold Idaho wind. She turned twenty-four on the twelfth of September. Six thousand miles away in England, Perry received a brand new Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress, wrapped like a birthday present, her two-tone fuselage in olive green above and drab gray below, sporting the newly modified national insignia—a white star and crossbar against a blue field. On the tail, above her serial number—230713 in yellow, to match the rudder—she carried the 390th insignia, a black J against a white Square. He named her the Phyllis Marie.