Andrew A. Caffrey, Then luck came in (1928)
“ Hell, if I live to be a hundred, I’ll never lose this desire to fly. It’s different with you, you old decrepit”—the sergeant was never entirely tongue tied himself—“You don’t care about flying. The bug’s never grazed upon you. ”
Andrew A. Caffrey, Then luck came in (1928)
“ That hurt—hurt like—well, it hurt.“But look here, Sergeant,” his commanding officer said in rebuttal, “now let’s be reasonable; it takes years to make a good mechanic. And only hours to lache a full fledged pilot; and the stuff of which airmen are made need not know anything—or much. See the point? You’re important on this field; these other birds going out as cadets are, as a rule, culls we’re glad to be rid of. Now get back to your hangar and feel satisfied that you are doing your bit, and a hell of a big bit, Sergeant!” ”
Andrew A. Caffrey, Then luck came in (1928)
“ Cadet Shane was sore. He had been robbed of his afternoon period and did not care who knew that he was burned up.“Damn’ funny you guys can’t keep ships in condition,” he said. “I haven’t had two hours’ airwork outa this hangar in two weeks.”“Too damn’ bad about you, Shane,” was all the sympathy the sergeant extended. “If you’re as rotten a flyer as you were a cook, the field will be the winner if you never fly.” For the next hour the sergeant, with a helper, worked the ship that went wrong in the air. At the end of said time he had located nothing wrong with the controls. ”
