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a day full of experiences this was.  Our squadron left our woody ^[[Vaucouleurs]] base in separate flights.  "C" was last to go and at the last moment my engine developed a cranky oil strainer and I was [[strikethrough]] [[??]] [[/strikethrough]] cautioned about going over to our new hangars if the trip were to take long.  I took the chance ^[[strikethrough]][[of losing my way]][[/strikethrough]] and after some close tagging onto Putnam I got to Toul with no more than a slightly bent axle caused by a near pancake onto our present field, which is exceedingly rough in spots and naturally I picked one of those spots.
Our hangars are some distance from our barracks.  And the barracks are permanent French Army ^[["Caserne"]] barracks thus giving us real comfortable quarters.  Tile floors, plastered walls, the original French windows, shower baths and good rest rooms are for our comfort.  It is but a short distance into Toul with its wonderful church and cathedral - both antique and beautiful.