Inside the commanding officer's private office aboard the giant battleship.
"Kyle, I brought over all the files on the accompanying military medical staff you wanted." Fury walked into the room carrying a stack of bound documents and placed them on the desk.
Kyle, seated in the office chair, gave a cold nod. He accepted the documents and began leafing through them one by one.
Fury stood before the desk, looking at Kyle in confusion. "I thought you'd figured things out and wanted to handle the affairs of a major general yourself. What's with this sudden interest in the ship's military doctors?"
"I ran into someone quite interesting." Kyle answered casually. His eyes narrowed slightly as he found the personal file he wanted among the documents in his hands.
The black-and-white headshot of the female military doctor he had encountered earlier was printed on the personal file, wearing a brilliant smile.
Shatana Caroline:
Female, age 16, height 165 cm, weight 43 kg.
Born in 1928. Home address: B012, Atlanta District, United States.
Current family status: unmarried. Both parents were local farm workers.
A student at Saint Medical School. Her volunteer application to support the front lines was approved in January 1944, and she became an accompanying emergency military doctor in February.
"Sixteen years old, and she only became an accompanying military doctor this month..." Kyle raised a brow, tossed the file onto the desk, and asked expressionlessly, "She's still underage, and she only became a military doctor this month. Can she really board a battleship and take part in a major campaign?"
"That's nothing unusual." Fury rubbed his bald head and replied, "During World War II, exceptions were everywhere. There were never enough accompanying medical personnel, so hospitals and schools often ran recruitment drives for volunteers. More than 150,000 American soldiers