While
you held the peg there, the instructor, Wolfgang Loganowiche ( I
remember him well and later read somewhere that he was a famous
German scientist and inventor) would yell and holler at us. He had a
tremendous loud voice and would sometimes sneak up behind you, yell,
wave his arms and stomp his feet. Ht would scare the daylights out of
you and every time you moved the peg would hit the sides and the loud
buzzer would go off.
We also had written tests with a time limit so we had to work fast. I
used to skip all the math problems as I was so bad in math. I didn't
realize until later that it was a good thing I skipped the math as
the men who were good at it probably got sent to bombardier or
navigator training. Of course we really wanted to be pilots instead.
The notices were posted after three days and we were about worn out
from the long days of testing. I was lucky to be chosen for pilot
training. This was where I got used to standing in line and waiting.
We had to wait in line to get our issue of Air Corps uniforms and I
stood in line from 8:00 am until almost 4:OO pm for my clothes. We
couldn't get out of line to get any dinner as we would lose our
place. I now had all my army clothes as well as my Air Corps cloths
and everywhere I went I had to make two trips carrying my barracks
bags. When I got to my next base, I either sent my Army clothing home
or turned them in. I can't recall which.
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