When I finally resolved to tell about the WAFS and the WASP, nothing had been written on those subjects except a book depicting training at Sweetwater and a fictional novel about WASPs on a training command base.While I was working on my story, using letters saved by my husband, my log books, orders, directives, bulletins, and resource materials from archives, two books were published; one is a feature-article style, and the other, a romance novel. I thought, now I do not have to write (my efforts were destined to go to a library where somebody some day might find it as a research material). However, after reading the books, I knew that many mistakes had crept in -- for the authors did not have first-hand information. I continued my manuscript in my rare spare time.Emphasis was to be on others, but that didn"t work out well. Few photographs, all in black and white, had been taken of us. My requests for information drew many blanks, for memories had faded and a large number had died. Caught up with their busy lives at the moment, many WASPs felt too modest or too busy to write, fearing, perhaps, that they must be inadequate to the task. However, I gathered all that I could, even by eavesdropping at reunions.To me, the Wasp tale is an epic of human decisions and actions. The flaws - in human nature, in communication, in means to desired ends, in time and place - combined to make this story so interesting that it becomes thought provoking. Therefore it moves the reader more slowly than did Vol. I, The WAFS. The greatness in the heart and spirit of so many of the people here transcends any negative qualities which may be attributed to person because of their behavior. To tell it as it really was, I was forced to disclose much information that I had never told before, not even to my mother, about my own problems and defects. Illnesses which grounded me gave the opportunity to display the adventures other WASPs were having that I couldn"t. ...