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have blabbed) was carried on by several of the thicker-witted pilots. [[strikethrough]] It was the very [[/strikethrough]] These were the very flyers who failed to do praiseworthy work under the strict and critical study of the training department. So, when the records were perused it was decided a jolt was due and one squadron, the one remaining, took "the buck."
Over at the Cast training field is a new camp with a very fine supply of good machines and mechanics. The camp itself at this writing is stale and imparts its staleness to the pilots who are unnecessarily too closely restricted to a small plot of ground. At a quick glance from his window the O.C.T. thinks its a good time to fly. He posts a list and makes combinations among the pilots for various duties, in various localities, at various heights. At a rapid-fire notice the pilots - aroused from the lethargy of the barracks [[stove?]], [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] ^[[or writing, or]] book -- are rushed out to get into the air in a jiffy, [[strikethrough]] [[?]][[/strikethrough]] ^[[the arrangements]]