The words that follow (in italics) are transcribed verbatim from the journal my father, Lt. Ben H. Rushing, kept during his deployment as a navigator on a B17.
Friday June 12, 1942
Nothing much happened today. Went downtown & got a haircut & shave. This isn’t such a bad town.
Went to a dance tonite. They real go in for dancing. Believe they are better dancers than the Americans. Met a cute Scottish Lassie. It was lots of fun talking to her & trying to make her understand what I said. They are rather nice people, but I prefer Americans.