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[[underline]]Waco [[/underline]]
Northern Spring meant Texas summer in WACO. The eleven Instructors and a wife or two who stand the smell of food and keep it down, would stop for watermelon. Picked ripe new to us. We might hear the skrieking tires of a Ford built for four dripping with twice as many hanging on it, come around a corner with the usual Hot Tamale cart knocked over. They would quickly assure the Mexican in Yankee "spick", pick up the tamales, pay for them, eaten or not. We wives glowed thinking of the women of Rome must have felt the same way when their conquering heroes returned.
When wimultaneous graduation of 2nd. lts. from Mac Arthur the adjacent infantry camp and Rich Field's 2nd. Lts. saluting was of great importance. The contention was that any 2nd. Lts. saluting was of great importance. The contention was that any 2nd. Lt. was outranked by a flying LT. Both groups loitering downtown a little for enjoyment and smiling glances from passerbys but most all when the Mac Arthur 2nd. Lts. in great numbers passed the fewer Rich Field Lts. wearing thier "wings" and insisting on being saluted first, there must have been some sore arms. American boys! 
When the hot weather really set in, the ships could get off the ground only early mornings and "evenings", for training. We took the natives warnings, stayed indoors with closed blinds, fewest of clothes. We sweat and itched. Seemed as if the screens were useless. Our black cat would slide right down into the tub the minute we prepared to bathe and stay until its belly was wet. Then george brought home two horned toads. One each end of apartment. He showed me how their long tongue flipped out getting gnats we couldn't see. As long as I could see the toads and stop itching, I minded less.
George would help me sew by reading to me, able to guide me so my mistakes stayed small...and he didn't fly so much in his sleep with a baby coming oriented evening.