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.
Sunday June 14, 1942
Arrived at Kettering about 9:30. It’s a rather nice looking town. Seems to be cleaner than the other towns. Maybe we can get some clean fresh air. That Gourock really smelled terrible.
We got out to camp about 11:30. It’s a very nice place. Much more comfortable than I had hoped for. Have a private room. The bed looks good. Wish I could see my girl tonight. Gee I miss her so much.