A. Stewart MacDonald DEC, M.D. C..M. I do not remember much of our activity at ITS, but I recall one night after the lights were out, someone called out, ”Dirty old E. flight,” and the battle was on. The duty officers and sergeant threw a bucket of water down on the officer when he got up the stairs. Was he ever mad! He went around to each bed and shone the flashlight on each one. Was it ever hard to keep my eyes closed; everyone was deep in sleep. They never got the ring leaders, and that was the only time I saw a near scrap turn into a complete silence within 10 minutes. MA LTON Following a rigorous drilling course at the Hunt Club, I was sent to Malton airport in the outskirts of Toronto. I arrived at Malton on June 6, 1943 and was elevated to LAC which increased my pay from $1.30 a day to $2.12 a day and I was considered a Navigator-in- training. We had eleven courses including Navigation, PR Theory, Meteorology, Photography, Reconnaissance, Signals, Armament and Navigation, and Air Exercises Photography. We had to pass all of them with no supplementary exams allowed. My first navigation flight, and the first time I was in an aeroplane was on June 10th. Out of 45 flights, 78 hours during the day and 36 hours at night, I only had a couple of flights with the same Pilots. The Pilots varied a great deal, and some of them were task masters. When we arrived back from a flight, we had to go before an examiner - the Pilot and I had to have the navigational charts reviewed. Of all the pilots, I still remember only one; his name was Little. One night we turned a fixed point and I gave him a poor course. He called me up and said, ”I think you could have given 63