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’TIL WE MEET AGAIN<br />
the aluminum Luscombes on the ground was enough to<br />
fill me with a sense <strong>of</strong> freedom and excitement. I was sure<br />
flying would come easily, and I had no doubt my academics<br />
would fall into place too. As the first three months drew<br />
to a close, I allowed myself to dream a little more seriously<br />
about getting my wings.<br />
When nobody was dropped at the end <strong>of</strong> the first part<br />
<strong>of</strong> the course, I felt even more confident about the next<br />
phase. When it was time to move on, the cadets were<br />
scattered to a number <strong>of</strong> different locations across the<br />
country. I was sent to Washington State, where the Navy<br />
Air Corps had taken over Gonzaga University, an old Jesuit<br />
school in Spokane. I was excited to be heading to the West<br />
Coast—farther from home than I’d ever been before. This<br />
adventure had even more appeal for me because everyone<br />
knew Bing Crosby had a house that backed up to the<br />
grounds there.<br />
So far, my naval training was everything I’d hoped it<br />
would be. My new instructors told me I was doing well,<br />
and after a total <strong>of</strong> just eight hours <strong>of</strong> flying with an<br />
instructor by my side, I was allowed to fly solo— the first<br />
one in my group. Climbing into the two- seater Luscombe,<br />
with an empty seat to my right where there had previously<br />
always been an <strong>of</strong>ficer, I felt like I didn’t even need wings<br />
to fly this machine.<br />
As I taxied to the end <strong>of</strong> the runway and prepared for<br />
take<strong>of</strong>f, my nerves kicked in. But it wasn’t long before<br />
they were left behind, along with the ground. Alone in the<br />
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