We watched the plane, glimpsed him from the distance, and resigned ourselves to waiting until the next day to “”size him up.”” A couple of hours later, this squadron leader, Stan Fulton, in full uniform, entered our bunk house. “Well men, we’re going to spend some dangerous hours together, but let’s hope we all meet back here when it’s over. Ah, there’s a free bunk and I am tired! I’ll meet each of you tomorrow.” With that, he threw his bag on an upper bunk. Our squadron leader, an officer, sleeping here with us! We liked him at once and our liking and our admiration grew each day.
Napanood na namin sa eroplano, glimpsed sa kanya mula sa malayo, at walang tutol ang ating sarili sa naghihintay hanggang sa susunod na araw sa “”laki up sa kanya.”” Ang isang pares ng mga oras sa ibang pagkakataon, ito mayor ng abyasyon, Stan Fulton, sa ganap na pare-pareho, ipinasok sa aming bunk house.