One of my aunts was a WASP. She was checked out in most of the front line fighters of the time, ferried P-51s, P-38s, B-25s and some others. I never had a chance to talk with her about the experiences she had, now she's gone of course. The recognition comes too late for many of these fine women. Came the end of the war they were essentially told to go home and forget about it.
John W