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to Memphis, Tenessee so we could catch an airline home at 11 instead of 4 A.M.
Swish! Before we knew it, it was all planned. With a few minutes to kill then, the Airdrome Officer "checked me out in a moto sckooter [sic]" and we two went tearing all over the posts bumpy roads in scooters.
Then we climbed into Bt's again (different ones) Major & Floreen vs Capt. & I. To do it up right we made a formation take off between smudge pots lining the runways. Remember, it was night! Oh pop, I'll never in all my life forget that ride! There we were nearly touching the next plane and guided only by small lights and the flare of the exhaust.
I was so busy watching the next plane that for a moment I forgot to look around, but soon I did, and the rapidly fading field looked like a million small fires.

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