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you a standing order. You are not amazingly lucky. I fell the greater part to attack again, neither of you is to of two miles - count 'em, two bethink of attacking, during your first fore I actually regained control, only to month here. As likely as not it would lose it again. I fainted while still sevbe your luck the next time to meet an eral hundred feet from the ground; old pilot. If you did, I would n't give but more of this later. Could n't sleep much for your chances. He would out- last night. Had a fever and my brain maneuvre you in a minute. You will went on a spree, taking advantage of go out on patrol with the others, of my helplessness. So I just lay in bed course: it's the only way to learn to and watched it function. Besides, there fight. But if you get lost, go back to was a great artillery racket all night our balloons and stay there until it is long. It appeared to be coming from time to go home.'

our sector, so you must have heard it Neither of us obeyed this order, and, as well. This hospital is not very far as it happened, Drew was the one to back and we get the full orchestral efsuffer. A group of American officers fect of heavy firing. The result is that visited the squadron one afternoon. In I am dead tired to-day. I believe I can courtesy to our guests, it was decided sleep for a week. to send out all the pilots for an addi- “They have given me a bed in the tional patrol, to show them how the officers' ward

officers' ward — me, a corporal. It is

thing was done. Twelve machines were because I am an American, of course. in readiness for the sortie, which was Wish there was some way of showing set for seven o'clock, the last one of the one's appreciation for so much kindday. We were to meet at 3000 metres, ness. My neighbor on the left is a chasand then to divide forces, one patrol to seur captain. A hand-grenade explodcover the east half of the sector and ed in his face. He will go through life one the west.

horribly disfigured. An old padre, with We got away beautifully, with the two machine-gun bullets in his hip, is exception of Drew, who had motor- on the other side. He is very patient, trouble and was five minutes late in but sometimes the pain is a little too starting. With his permission I insert much for him. To a Frenchman, "Oh, his own account of the adventure - a là, là !" is an expression for every conletter written while he was in hospital. ceivable kind of emotion. In the fu

ture it will mean unbearable physical 'No doubt you are wondering what pain to me. happened, and listening, meanwhile, to Our orderlies are two poilus, long many I-told-you-so explanations from past military age. They are as gentle the others. This will be hard on you, and thoughtful as the nurses thembut bear up, son. It might not be a bad selves. One of them brought me lemplan to listen, with the understanding onade all night long. Worth while getas well as with the ear, to some expert ting wounded just to have something advice on how to bag the Hun. To taste so good. quote the prophetic Miller, “I'm telling you this for your own good."

'I meant to finish this letter a week 'I gave my name and the number of ago but have n't felt up to it. Quite the escadrille to the medical officer at perky this morning, so I'll go on with the poste de secours. He said he would the tale of my "heroic combat.” Only, 'phone the captain at once, so that you first, tell me how that absurd account must know before this that I have been of it got into the Herald. I hope TalVOL. 121 - NO. 6

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bott knows that I was not foolish as he came. I realized my awful mienough to attack six Germans single take, of course. His tracer bullets were handed. If he does n't, please enlighten going by on the left side, but he corhim. His opinion of my common sense rected his aim, and my motor seemrc must be low enough as it is.

to be eating them up. I banked to the 'We were to meet over S- at 3000 right, and was about to cut my mow metres, you remember, and to cover and dive, when I felt a smashing blow the sector at 5000 until dusk. I was in the left shoulder. A sickening sens late in getting away, and by the time tion and a very peculiar one, not at al I reached the rendezvous you had all what I thought it might feel like to gone. There was n't a chasse machine be hit with a bullet. I believed that it in sight. I ought to have gone back to came from the German in front of me the balloons as Talbott advised, but But it could n't have, for he was stili thought it would be easy to pick you approaching when I was hit, and I find up later, so went on alone after I had that the bullet entered from behind. got some height. Crossed the lines at "This is the history of less than a 3500 metres, and finally got up to 4000, minute I'm giving you. It seemed which was the best I could do with my much longer than that, but I don't rebuilt engine. The Huns started shell

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I tried to shut down ing, but there were only a few of them the motor, but could n't manage it be that barked. I went down the lines for cause my left arm was gone. I really a quarter of an hour, meeting two Sep believed that it had been blown off iswiths and a Letord, but no Spads. You to space until I glanced down and sex were almost certain to be higher than that it was still there. But for any serv. I, but my old packet was doing its best ice it was to me, I might just as well at 4000, and getting overheated with have lost it. There was a vacant period the exertion. Had to throttle down of ten or fifteen seconds which I can't and pique several times to cool off. fill in. After that I knew that I was

‘Then I saw you - at least I thought falling, with my motor going full speed it was you

- about four kilometres It was a helpless realization. My brain inside the German lines. I counted six refused to act. I could do nothing. machines, well grouped, one a good Finally, I did have one clear thought, deal higher than the others and one "Am I on fire?” This cut right through several hundred metres below them. the fog, brought me up broad awake. I The pilot on top was doing beautiful was falling almost vertically, in a sort renversements and an occasional barrel- of half vrille. No machine but a Spad turn, in Barry's manner. I was so cer- could have stood the strain. The Huns tain it was our patrol that I started were following me and were not far over at once, to join you. It was get- away, judging by the sound of their ting dusk and I lost sight of the ma- guns. I fully expected to feel another chine lowest down for a few seconds. bullet or two boring its way through Without my knowing it, he was ap- One did cut the skin of my right leg proaching at exactly my altitude. You although I did n't know this until I know how difficult it is to see a machine reached the hospital. Perhaps it was in that position. Suddenly he loomed well that I did fall out of control, for up in front of me like an express train, the firing soon stopped, the Germans as you have seen them approach from thinking, and with reason, that they the depths of a moving-picture screen, had bagged me. Some proud Boche only ten times faster; and he was firing airman is wearing an iron cross on my

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account. Perhaps the whole crew of The first thing I did was to open my dare-devils has been decorated. How- eyes, but I was bleeding from a scratch ever, no unseemly sarcasm. We would on the forehead and saw only a red pounce on a lonely Hun just as quick- blur. I wiped them dry with my sleeve ly. There is no chivalry in war in these and looked again. The broad back in modern days.

front of me was covered with mud. Im'I pulled out of the spin, got the possible to distinguish the color of the broomstick between my knees, reached tunic. But the shrapnel helmet above over, and shut down the motor with

French! I was in French my right hand. The propeller stopped hands. If ever I live long enough in one dead. I did n't much care, being very place, so that I can gather a few posdrowsy and tired. The worst of it was sessions and make a home for myself, that I could n't get my breath. I was on one wall of my living-room I will gasping as though I had been hit in the have a bust-length portrait, rear view, pit of the stomach. Then I lost control of a French brancardier, mud-covered again and started falling. It was awful! back and battered tin hat. I was almost ready to give up. I be- Do you remember our walk with lieve that I said, out loud, “I'm going Ménault in the rain, and the déjeuner at to be killed. This is my last sortie.” At the restaurant where they made such any rate, I thought it. Made one last wonderful omelettes? I am sure that effort and came out in ligne de vol, as you will recall the occasion, although nearly as I could judge, about 150 me- you may have forgotten the conversatres from the ground. It was an ugly- tion. I have not forgotten one remark looking place for landing — trenches of Ménault's apropos of talk about and shell-holes everywhere. I was won- risks. If a man were willing, he said, to dering in a vague way, whether they stake everything for it, he would acwere French or German, when I fell cumulate an experience of fifteen or into the most restful sleep I ever had twenty minutes which would compenin my life.

sate him, a thousand times over, for all 'I have no recollection of the crash, the hazard. “And if you live to be old,” not the slightest. I might have fallen he said quaintly, “you can never be as gently as a leaf. That is one thing to bored with life. You will have somebe thankful for, among a good many thing, always, very pleasant to think others. When I came to, it was at once, about.” I mention this in connection completely. I knew that I was on a with my discovery that I was not in stretcher and remembered immediate- German hands. I have had five minly exactly what had happened. My utes of perfect happiness without any heart was going pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat,and background — no thought of yesterI could hardly breathe, but I had no day or to-morrow to spoil it. sensation of pain except in my chest. I said, “Bonjour, messieurs," in a This made me think that I had broken gurgling voice. every bone in my body. I tried moving "The man in front turned his head first one leg, then the other, then my sidewise and said, “ Tiens! Ça va, monarms, my head, my body. No trouble sieur l'aviateur?” at all, except with my left arm and side. “The other one said, “Ah, mon

'I accepted the miracle without at- vieux!" You know the inflection they tempting to explain it, for I had some- give this expression, particularly, when thing more important to wonder about: it means, "This is something wonderwho had the handles of my stretcher? ful!” He added that they had seen the

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combat and my fall, and little expected so intensely awake and active. There to find the pilot living, to say nothing seemed to be four of us in the dugout of speaking. I hoped that they would the two brancardiers, and this second go on talking, but I was being carried self of mine, as curious as an eaves. along a trench; they had to lift me dropper at a keyhole, listening intenth shoulder-high at every turn, and need to everything, and then turning to whied all their energy. The Germans were per to me. The brancardiers repeated shelling the lines. Several fell fairly the same comments after every exploclose, and they brought me down a sion. I thought, “They have been saylong flight of wooden steps into a dug- ing this to each other for over the out, to wait until the worst of it should years. It has become automatic. They be over. While waiting, they told me will never be able to stop.” I was feverthat I had fallen just within the first- ish perhaps. If it was fever, it burned line trenches, at a spot where a slight away any illusions I may have had of rise in ground hid me from sight of the modern warfare from the infantryenemy. Otherwise, they might have man's viewpoint. I know that there is had a bad time rescuing me. My Spad а.

no glamour in it for them; that it has was completely wrecked. It had fallen long since become a deadly monotony, squarely into a trench, the wings break- an endless repetition of the same kinds ing the force of the fall. Before reach of horror and suffering, a boredom ing the ground, I turned, they said, and more terrible than death itself, which was making straight for Germany. is repeating itself in the same ways, day Fifty metres higher, and I would have after day and month after month. It come down in No-Man's Land.

is n't often that an aviator has the 'For a long time we listened in si- chance I've had. It would be a good lence to the subdued kerr-ump, krr-ump, thing if they were to send us into the of the shells. Sometimes showers of trenches for twenty-four hours, every earth pattered down the stairway, and few months. It would make us keener we would hear the high-pitched, dron- fighters, more eager to do our utmost ing v-z-z-z of pieces of shell-casing as to bring the war to an end for the sake they whizzed over the opening. One of of those poilus. them would say, "Not far, that one"; ‘The dressing-station was in a very or, “He's looking for some one, that deep dugout, lighted by candles. Ata ! fellow,” in a voice without a hint of table in the centre of the room the emotion. Then, long silences and other medical officer was working over a man deep, earth-shaking rumbles.

with a terribly crushed leg. Several "They asked me, several times, if I others were sitting or lying along the was suffering, and offered to go on to wall, waiting for their turn. Ther the poste de secours if I wanted them to. watched every movement he made, in It was not heavy bombardment, but an apprehensive animal way, and so it would be safer to wait for a little did I. They put me on the table next. while. I told them that I was ready to although it was not my turn. I pro go on at any time, but not to hurry on tested, but the doctor paid no attenmy account: I was quite comfortable. tion. “Aviateur Américain," again

The light glimmering down the stair- It's a pity that Frenchmen can't treut way faded out and we were in complete us Americans as though we belong here

. darkness. My brain was amazingly ‘As soon as the doctor had finished ! clear. It registered every trifling im- with me, my stretcher was fastened to pression. I wish it might always be a two-wheeled carrier and we started

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down a cobbled road to the ambulance they both went about their work of station. I was light-headed and don't spotting batteries, watching for moveremember very much of that part of ments of troops, etc. the journey. Had to take refuge in an- 'One morning the German failed to other dugout when the Huns dropped return the salute. The other thought a shell on an ammunition-dump in a little of this, and greeted him in the cusvillage through which we were to pass. tomary manner at their next meeting. There was a deafening banging and To his surprise, the Boche shook his booming for a long time, and when we fist at him in the most blustering and did go through the town it was on the caddish way. There was no mistaking run. The whole place was in flames the insult. They had passed less than and small-arms ammunition still ex- fifty metres apart, and the Frenchman ploding. I remember seeing a long col- distinctly saw the closed fist. He was umn of soldiers going at the double in saddened by the incident, for he had the opposite direction, and they were hoped that some of the ancient courin full marching order.

tesies of war would survive in the aerial "Well, this is the end of the tale; all branch of the service, at least. It anof it, at any rate, in which you would gered him too; therefore, on his next be interested. It was one o'clock in the reconnaissance, he ignored the Germorning before I got between clean, man. Evidently the Boche air-squadcool sheets, and I was wounded about rons were being Prussianized. The a quarter past eight. I have been tired enemy pilot approached very closely ever since.

and threw a missile at him. He could “There is another aviator here, a not be sure what it was, as the object Frenchman, who broke his jaw and went wide of the mark; but he was so both legs in a fall while returning from incensed that he made a virage, and a night bombardment. His bed is just drawing a small flask from his pocket, across the aisle from mine; he has a hurled it at his boorish antagonist. formidable-looking apparatus fastened The flask contained some excellent on his head and under his chin, to hold port, he said, but he was repaid for his jaw firm until the bones knit. He is the loss in seeing it crash on the exforbidden to talk, but breaks the rule haust-pipe of the enemy machine. . whenever the nurse leaves the ward. This marked the end of courtesy He speaks a little English and has told and the beginning of active hostilities me a delightful story about the origin in the air. They were soon shooting at of aerial combat. A French pilot, a each other with rifles, automatic pisfriend of his, he says, attached to a tols, and, at last, with machine-guns. certain army group during August and Later developments we know about. September, 1914, often met a German The night bombarder has been tellaviator during his reconnaissance pa- ing me this yarn in serial form. When trols. In those Arcadian days, fighting the nurse is present, he illustrates the in the air was a development for the last chapter by means of gestures. Iam future, and these two pilots exchanged ready to believe everything except the greetings, not cordially, perhaps, but incident about the port. That does n't courteously — a wave of the hand, as sound plausible. A Frenchman would much as to say, “We are enemies but have thrown his watch before making we need not forget the civilities.” Then such a sacrifice.'

(To be continued)

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