IN CAMP GIRLS AVIATION CORPS, APRIL 12TH.
We are now in Camp, although not in Unaform, owing to the
delivery waggon not coming yet with our clothes. I am writing on
a pad on my knee, while my Orderley, Betty Anderson, holds the
ink bottle.
What a morning we have had!
Would one not think that, in these terrable times, it would
be a simple matter to obtain a spot wherein to prepare for the
defence of the Country? Should not the Young be encouraged to
spring to the call, "To arms, to arms, ye braves!" instead of
being reproved for buying a Tent with no place as yet to put it,
and the Adams's governess being sent along with Elaine because
we need a Chaperone?
Ye gods! A Chaperone to a Milatary Camp!
She is now sitting on one of the camp stools and
embroidering a centerpeice. She brought her own lunch and
Elaine's, refusing to allow her to eat the regular Milatary
rations of bacon and boiled potatoes, etcetera, and not ofering
a thing to us, although having brought chicken sandwitches, cake
and fruit.
I shall now put down the events of the day, as although the
Manual says nothing of keeping a record, I am sure it is always
done.
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