"On March 19, 1942 my husband's aunt boarded a train headed from Buffalo to Washington, D.C. She was twenty-one years old, and was driven by an overwhelming desire to help win the war. As it was in those days, her father had decided that sending her to college would have been a waste of money since she would undoubtedly marry. He did, however, subsidize secretarial classes to help her find a job until she could find a man to provide for her. How very wrong he was." --