A. Stczvm'! MncDonn/d D.F.C., MD. C..M.

A strange thing had happened about a couple of weeks before. I was put on charge, my first and last time - I had to go before that C/O. By mistake, I flew all trips for 72 hours, as I was a spare Navigator that second day. My charge was being late on the last briefing. When I explained what had happened, the C/O. grabbed the phone and told the officer that the next time he tried to fly any one of theirs, he would be the one on charge. So when I went in with the sun fix, he said, ”Not you again.” I met him on the ship on my way home and he said, ”Did you get that certificate?"

OSSINGTON O.T.LI.

I recall when we were on the squadron, there was a beautiful blond girl who was known as the ”kiss of death.” It was noted that the crew member who took her out was lost the next night. Ken Roulston told us that if any of the crew took her out, he would get clear of them from his crew. One night Sgt. Gibson took her out. He was on high alcohol spirits, and he came to me next day, wanting to know what to do. I told hm to go to confession, as he was a Roman Catholic and this he did, but Roulston never knew about it.

The water at the camp did not taste right, sol started drinking a small glass of beer. Then I was using the larger glass, and I found myself first in line when the bar opened, until the pilot had his 21St birthday with a party in the mess. I guess I took too much beer, and when I went down to London the next day I could not look out the train window because of my roaring headache. That ended my love of English beer.

Another time I got so tired of one of my navigator

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