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happened but just the routine flying was wonderful. After 3 hours we got to our destination and had a new radio trouble. I got their tower but had too much static, and Floreen [sic] didn't get them at all so we came in anyway by watching traffic.
We landed and taxiid [sic] in and before we could get out of our shils we were mobbed. It seems they could hear me fine and knew it was girls, so it being a new and somewhat remote post, it created considerable excitement.
The personel [sic] in charge fell all over themselves trying to help us and we were "dated up for the rest of the week in five minutes."
However we asked for bus schedules and figured on a 7:15 one (it was 5 then). In the intermission we were escorted to the officers club and mess. During dinner we couldn't eat a bite for being introduced so much and talked to.
During dinner our "private escorts" a major and a captain, said we couldn't leave so soon so they'd fly us

Part of [Letter from Dorothy Scott to her father, February 23, 1943]