The grandest
day of my life finally arrived -- Graduation day, March 12, 1944.
It was celebrated with squadrons of marching soldiers proudly hoisting
flags, a marching band, a general to deliver the ceremonial speech, and
a group of happy cadets wearing brand new officer uniforms. For the
first time, we were permitted to wear officer uniforms without insignia
during the graduation ceremony. My mother and Dorothy were present
to complete the final rite of the ceremony by attaching my lieutenant bars
and pilots wings to my uniform. It seemed unreal that I had completed
all the requirements to become a pilot for I believed that I was incapable
at one time. As the graduation ceremony progressed, I could only
revel in the contemplation that I had exceeded all that I believed I was
capable of achieving and in addition, had met and concurred the rigid requirements
set by the Air Force. It was for me a grand day indeed, and
on this fine day, 12 March 1944, two months after my twentieth birthday,
I took the oath of an United States Air Force Officer.
Jesse Pettey
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More Mission: A Journey from Childhood to Warby Jesse Pettey
I really enjoyed reading about this young boy's life in east
Texas during the Depression. Gives one a good idea of what life was really like
back then. The small town boy then grows up to go fight in a world war as a
bomber pilot. Interesting accounts of each mission he flew over Europe. A
well-written book.