At 6:15 of a February morning, the wind whistles off the snow and ice of the Flatbush meadows. The barracks at Floyd Bennett Field in Brooklyn, windows open, are very, very cold. And cold seems the heart of Sergeant Earl Sanborn, USMC, who on the dot of 6:15 clumps into the bunk room in his undershirt, pipes two shrill blasts on his whistle, bellows: "Hit the deck!"
Thus starts the day for some 40 of the Navy's fledgling fliers. At 13 Naval Reserve Aviation Bases, strung across the U. S. from Opa Locka,...
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