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cold which had fever to accompany it. On the 19th (a fair day with a South wind, at last!) we turned out, every blessed one of us. And added joy on account of the pay that was so near at hand - yes, they were actually paying the new bills and big silver dollars across the inevitable blanketed pay table.  The pay line was established close beside the barracks and as we had to wait a while some of us went over to the hangars, while others went back to barracks. I did both. At the hangars I received [[strikethrough]] noticed [[/strikethrough]] notice to go up on a "puff-target shoot" immediately after dinner and so joyously went back to the room I shared with Charlie Pullman Porter and Alan Fizbee, for the purpose of shaving and cleaning up. My pals were in the room when I got there and we talked happily about the