Stocky, quick-gaited Major General Barton K. Yount, flying up & down the country last week on his whirlwind inspections of Army air schools, had little time to reflect that he had become president of the biggest university in the world. He was too busy examining, asking questions, criticizing, improving, and racing on.
General Yount's Flying Training Command now had scores upon scores of war-emergency fields, hacked quickly out of the U.S. earth from Florida to California. It had men by scores upon scores of thousands, learning how to fly, navigate, shoot, bomb....
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