Battling the Clouds
The vast aviation field at Fort Sill quivered in the grilling heat ofmid-July. The beautiful road stretching through the Post looked smoothas a white silk ribbon in the blazing sun. The row of tall hangarsglistened with fresh white paint. On the screened porches of theofficers' quarters, at the mess, and at the huts men in uniform talkedand laughed as though their profession was the simplest and safest inthe world.
Do you want to exchange books? It’s EASY!
Get registered and find other users who want to give their favourite books to good hands!
