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filled the sky. Formation flying, stunts, Dan Davison and"Buck" (never called George) did perfect loops in pairs, no falling out at the bottom; barrel rolling, then back into formation. George flying the leader's edge of the "V". All his greatness, charm, rollicky self-revealed in his flying pictures, revealed in his students all as clearly to me as paint on canvas.

I heard dan("Dinny" and George discussing the cement arches supporting the bridge over the dry Brazos river, being just about wing span. So I wasn't too surprised to see Dan and Buck detach from the exhibition and fly along close to the river bed, then right thru those arches, zoom, do a steep bank, fly back to join the others. Those two lovable devils! Not one accident that sky filled day! W.A.A.KO!

With cooler weather and rumors in October of an Armistice, we had a respite. The "sewing circle" expected to use their sewing bet' Xmas and early January 1919. Came the Influenza Epidemic. The big husky men at Camp Mac Arthur died faster than burial and when the wind blew from there the door gave proof. The other target, pregnant women. The [[underline]] quarantine was on![[/underline]] George would take the baby clothes and knowing the order in which worn put them near the edge of the big bed, neck opening at the edge. "Look Babe," he said, putting his head where the baby's head would go, saying, "MAMA". I thought my heart would stop. George hurried around the bed, put me on his lap, rocked me, rained kisses on me, said "When you look like that you are beautiful." One day came a terrible roar, louder and louder. Bombed?? Suddenly the sky bright red, heard screams, cars speeding out to Camp Mac Arthur, the stench of flu victims, stacked high awaiting