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

after a few days I, along with a couple of officers and three sergeants was put in charge of 75 young English students who were learning Navigation. You can see with my staff, I did not have much to do other than give a few courses in Navigation, which was quite simple. You would think I did them a great favour on the hot days of July and August, when I would tell them to take off their hats and coats, also ties when sitting in my room; you could see these

' great smiles. I was certainly treated with great honour as

l the bigshot, when I arrived with my D.F.C. ribbon. As it happened that was the only D.F.C. in camp. That one was added to my other medals, to which later was added the CD after another stint of eight years as a Captain in the Militia.

I used to fly as an instructor in training young recruits. I took a book and kept my eye on Point Prim to always know where I was. The milk run was Souris, New Glasgow, Nova Scotia and Tatamagouche and back to base. When we arrived at Murray Harbour, I would tell the students to straighten up their log, and I would take over. The Pilot would drive down along the shore road and we would circle the house in Little Sands, as my father was living there. I remember we were so low, I could see in the dining room window. I would then set course for New Glasgow and let the students take over. We were flying near Truro, when the wireless picked up that fear of a big explosion in Halifax.

On week-ends I would go home to Little Sands and get the Ford going. I used to thumb my way from Summerside, until one evening I had to walk most of the way home. I got to Montague, when one of Dr. Grant’s sons picked me up with his father’s car and drove me to Little Sands. After that I took the car, although rationed gas was getting short.

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