A. Stewart MacDonald D.F.C., MD. C..M.

overcoat, but Eatons refunded the $40.00. I bought one in England, but wore it only once which was to a funeral in Scotland.

I had a good old time back home in Little Sands, PEI going to parties and dances for the two weeks of my embarkation leave with Hector MacDonald who was home on leave from the Navy. Elmer Livingstone drove me to the Wood Island ferry on my way to Halifax to embark. I certainly felt good with my Navigation wing and Officers flying clothes, where I did not have buttons to shine, and I wore the normal low shoes.

My last night of flying after I got my wings, I still had two hours to make up, and I flew as a second Navigator. I had nothing to do, so I decided to take star shots. I opened the back door, stuck my feet out the door, and sat on the edge without a parachute. I shudder when I think of my false bravery.

I went up to the student and told him that he was too far north, as I was taking the north star and could figure the distance north roughly. He told me as much as he was in charge. Shortly after, the Pilot called me up to his seat and asked me if I knew where I was. I said ”Too far north,” and he pointed to a set of lights, saying, ”that is Ottawa” which was miles off track. He said, “I am heading for Toronto.” I pity the poor chap when they reviewed his log.

When they made the first Lancaster bomber plane in Canada at the Malton plant, we had lined up and tossed our caps in the air and shouted ”Hooray." That plane was sent to the Joliet squadron, which was on the same station I was on, at Middleton St. George, England. I think it was rather a dud, but it flew trips to Germany. It was intended to fly it back to Canada for show purposes, but on the supposedly last trip, I was looking out of the hospital

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