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and I came back with three fixes and navigated by them, all the time knowing where I was. Not one of the returning crews that night found even one fix, and the instructor passed my log around to show that it could be done, to the disgust of all my class. I never explained to them how it was done. I took literally hundreds of star shots in training. A gold scroll was offered for the most star shots and fixes used, and I set out to win it. When I got to 500 points the next closest was 50; the contest was discontinued, and I never got the scroll. I may say that I carried a sextant with me on all trips over Europe, but I never took a star fix as

I knew that in order to get a good fix which would place me within three miles, I would have to shove my head through the top of the plane, which was moving at 200 miles per hOur, often at 60 degrees below zero.

On New Year's day I was given a 48 hour pass and went to Boston to see my sisters and my father, who used to stay during the winter with my sisters. There were four sisters - all American citizens. My youngest sister, Velda whom I had taught in Little Sands school, went to live in Boston at age twelve, and is a true American. She joined up in the American Navy. She later married a naval officer who was a Captain of a Man of War and who served in the war. On her discharge she was given training as an accountant, and she worked in Washington until she retired.

Whom should I meet on landing in Boston, but Hector MacDonald from Little Sands, who was in the Royal Canadian Navy. He had just arrived in port, after cutting ice on the ship from Halifax to keep the ship afloat during a severe winter storm. My sister and her friend, both in the Navy, accompanied Hector and me to dances. We were at a Down East dance on New Year's Eve. The

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