By the middle of April we had completed all our ground school instruction as well as our final exams and I was quite pleased to end up near the top of the class especially as I expected difficulty with my flying tests. We were now into night flying, gunnery exercises and formation flying. Dive bombing and low level bombing were great fun as you try to hit the target anchored on the small lake near here. I liked night flying when there was a bright moon and one strange thing was that I was able to make far smoother landings at night using the flare path than I could in daylight.

During the last week of April 1 had my Instrument Flying test as well as my Wings test and although I was quite nervous flying with two of the chief instructors I didn't do badly. After these were out of the way we put in 5-6 hours per day flying in order to get the required quota of 150 hours. Some of the fellows had some fun with the Trans Canada Air Lines flights from Moncton which passed each night close to our airdrome. They would turn off their wing lights and fly up close behind it and then light it up with their bright landing lights. A couple of the chaps also flew under the Jacques Cartier bridge one evening. My last flip at St. Hubert was on my birthday May 10th.

Three days later I received the coveted "Wings" at a special Wings parade. My mom, dad, sister Muriel and current girlfriend Jean [A] came down from Toronto for the ceremony. Afterward we were given our future posting, and mine was to G.R. School at Summerside, P.E.I. for an advanced Navigation course. Also about 18 of us were granted commissions and this really was the icing on the cake.

My leave was spent sleeping, seeing old school mates, buying my new uniform, visiting relatives, taking in the odd ball game with the Maple Leafs of the old International League down at the Fleet Street flats, and dancing down at the Sea-breeze at the Sunnyside amusement park, which was torn down after the war (1956).