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criticising that which they know nothing about. And the upshot was a series of lectures in with the O.C.T. begged us "for Heaven's sake to land the old buses anyway at all - only land 'em safe." And as soon as he made it plain that we were given a little credit for having learned how to fly as well as he, the buses came down as nice as you please, each pilot getting his own special juggelry [[?]] improved.
In one of my parachute chasing trips I climbed to 15 or 16 thousand feet and threw [[strikethrough]] through [[/strikethrough]] out the stone and cloth - and the [[scribble]] gol darned [[/scribble]] dashed thing caught in my tail and almost wrecked me because I couldn't turn to the left. A tail skid broken off at the joint and a bruised rudder and my hurt feelings were the only results. The training here is very goo. Acrobatics