357 readiness at dawn ... 04.30 hours— 4.30 a.m. to us. Dim light over the hangars, heavy dew on the grass. Cold ... Gosh, it's cold! Machines silhouetted against the sky—dark figures moving round— ground crew, testing every detail ... proud of their machines ... In the dispersal hut the Pilots—very young, still sleepy—yawning, not talking much. 'Phone bell rings— silence. Message from Ops. no not yet ... more waiting ... Shorty closes his eyes again. Tim goes on with his letter! 'Phone bell rings again.