ABSTRACT

Having been exposed from earliest years to my father's stories of his 1917-18 World War I experiences at Le Bourget and Etampes airfields in France, I was determined to go to Randolph Field, Texas, then known as the “West Point of the Air.” Since two years of college were required I enrolled at CCNY in 1939, but when the two years were up found myself majoring in a psychology department which was unique at the time, i.e., (1) it had a high altitude (simulation) chamber, and (2) it offered courses in applied physiological psychology. On graduation in 1942 I went into the Army Air Corps, not as a pilot, but as an aviation psychologist.