On our last, lingering evening together, she presented me with an enchanting photo of herself which I carried with me throughout my tour overseas.
Sometime during that period, Ox Wilson made contact with Vic Collin in the desert. The three of us rendezvoused one weekend in the bar of the De Anza Hotel in Calexico. We were half-tight when we carefully and stiffly walked across the border into Mexico. I wanted them both to meet Elva Arce. It didn’t work out that way. We ended up raising hell that night in Mexicali and sleeping it off back across the border in Calexico.
Those who hoot with the owls by night,
should not fly with the eagles by day,
ANON. WORLD WAR I AVIATOR