Finding this announcement was especially meaningful to me, as I have written of these fine ladies. Flight Lieutenant Terrance Chrysanthemumnce was one like Jaye, but they never got the credit so deserved, simply because they were female. Artwork added is by  LittleNapoleon from my book Reach for the Sky. (out of print)

The following epitaph was found online, and as I look at her picture, I certainly see just a bit of myself in her. God speed Jaye.

It is with profound sorrow that we bid farewell to Jaye Edwards, one of the last women to take to the skies in service during the World War II. She has passed away at the age of 103, and now, at last, she has returned to the endless blue horizons she loved so dearly. 🕊️✈️

Born Stella Joyce Petersen in October 1918 in Kent, Jaye was drawn to the sky long before the world was drawn into war. Fearless and full of spirit, she earned her pilot’s license in September 1939—just one day after Britain entered the conflict. While others looked to the ground in uncertainty, she looked upward, ready to serve.

In 1943, she joined the Air Transport Auxiliary, a unique and daring unit tasked with delivering aircraft from factories to the front lines. It was here that men and women flew side by side, judged not by gender or rank, but by skill and courage alone. Among them were the brave “Attagirls,” women who proved that the sky belonged to them just as much as anyone.

Jaye’s wartime service was not filled with glory—it was filled with risk. She ferried aircraft across Britain and beyond, often flying alone, without radio contact, and sometimes with only a basic manual strapped to her leg as her guide. She mastered more than twenty different aircraft, from training planes like the de Havilland Tiger Moth to powerful fighters such as the Supermarine Spitfire and the Hawker Hurricane—her personal favorite.