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men I came out into a bright world that betokened a good "flying day". I tried to get a 'plane, but found them all busy. I was warned not to attempt too much because a hospital session is not exactly a good gymnasium training. I hung around the squadron hangars, however, in a vain attempt to get a 'bus. The 28th Squadron was never a good place to be able to get machines though, so my New Years was spent mostly in hanging around as usual. I had been with this squadron since landing at Hicks back in November; I had my first ride in one of its machines; I received my first instruction under its qualified cadets; but I had only 3½ hours of "solo" work to my credit by the time I entered the hospital for a forced rest. When I got out I vowed to "hog" machines like the others did until I had a number of hours to enter in my log-book.

I was put on early morning flying next day. To graduate into a squadron which would give me cross-country, formation, altitude and