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WHEN MY SISTER Eliza was sixteen, she joined the WRACs, or Women's Army. On the day she was sworn in, pledging allegiance to God, Queen and Country, the presiding officer, also a woman, was moved to tears and sobbed loudly.
"It's so beautiful!" the officer cried, just as if she were at a wedding.
Beautiful or not, what's done can't easily be undone, so off Eliza went, with bags and baggage, to a Home County WRAC camp for basic training. This was in the early 1970s. There was no question (luckily) of Eliza having to fight or handle a gun. She hoped to see the world. Recruiting posters for men or women always showed somebody skiing.
Soon it ...