When a civilian, aspiring to go to Pensacola to get his “Navy Wings,” considers this matter for the first time his mind projects into the future. He visualizes and dreams. He imagines himself in the guise of a naval flyer and sees himself performing the exciting routine of a military pilot. His mental efforts, regardless of realism, fall well short of their mark. Either he actually lives that picture in real life or he goes on about his business having mentally created for himself a most satisfactory navy flyer, yet completely unaware of the highly adventurous and singular mode of existence. I know, for I have done both. I pictured to myself the life before I took the train to Pensacola. And now, having graduated from there into the fleet, I know the thrill of vibrating to the call of a highly gratifying employment, one with a purpose; a life I never could have created in fantasy.
The Navy Gave Me Wings
By Ensign Chandler W. Swanson, U. S. Naval Reserve