Major Gros of the United States Flying Division arrived here at ten
o’clock last night and gave us a talk. We are given the choice of going
into the U. S. Army as first lieutenants at $2,600 to $2,700 a year, or
remaining in the French service. I shall change immediately. It is the
advice of all officials, both French and United States. We are to be
examined today, and certain papers are to be signed applying for service
in aviation. In a few weeks we sign into the service if we are accepted;
meanwhile we continue our training without interruption, being corporals
in the U. S. Army until we obtain our brevet (pilot’s license).
Thereafter we automatically become first lieutenants and continue our
training in French schools, in French machines, with French instructors.
We are better off all around, and all well satisfied. Dr. Gros, an
American doctor, is the man who gave me fatherly advice. We received two
hundred francs from him for this month’s pay from the Franco-American
Flying Corps. Things are still turning out just as I had hoped—no worry,
all happy, wonderful experience.
Thank you for sending the things. They will, no doubt, reach me in due
time. There is nothing else I need, thank you, and most of the men are
not in need. Everything will be supplied us by the U. S. Army. Already
its organization over here is far superior to that of the French. United
States newspapers have much better war news than French papers.
Incidentally, even France is not free from the graft hookworm, and
rumors that float around here are just as wild and untrue as anywhere.
My _marraine_ sent me a box of nice candy the other day. It arrived just
at a time when I was blue and a little envious of others receiving
letters. When the candy came they were all keen to have a _marraine_,
and refused to believe she was a married woman, and all that. It filled
the bill, and the stomach.
The other day I did about a month’s washing and saved about two dollars.
Tomorrow I shall darn and sew on buttons. There are a few good popular
novels around here and I am enjoying them. There is not time enough for
me to go around and see the châteaux here. Extra time goes for sleep.
My, but I am interested in art and architecture. As we go to our field,
we pass along a great, tree-arched national road, past the entrance of
an old twelfth-century château. Our field is some five miles from camp,
and is entered by a country road which passes through an ancient
vineyard, with big stone granaries, and a pond. We picked berries and
pears about the borders of the field. Little children come out with
baskets of peaches, plums, and pears for sale very cheap, and in the
morning a woman who speaks English comes out with coffee, and marmalade
sandwiches. That’s our breakfast, and then we fly and look at the
sunrise.
It’s time to go to bed. I’ll write more tomorrow.
_September 15, 1917._
We are now taking our physical examinations. Mine has been perfectly
normal; they found nothing wrong with my heart, and a special
examination of my lungs (by request) showed nothing abnormal, though I
have still a little bronchial cough. It looks as though we were to have
a few days of rain. I can stand it for sleep. Just received my two
hundred francs, and I feel rich. I am going to deposit it, as I have a
hundred francs left from last month. I am pleased with the financial
outlook. At the end of the war I’ll have enough money to travel, or get
married, or finish “Tech.” If the war lasts long enough I may have
enough for all three. If anything happens to me my life insurance pays
for Robert’s education, but there is no particular reason why anything
should happen to me. I am not counting on it.
Say, I have so many clothes that they are becoming positively a burden.
When we enter the U. S. Army in two or three weeks we will be provided
with a complete outfit of U. S. Regulars uniform. When we have our
brevet we get a complete leather uniform. My khaki uniform has not been
washed since the beginning and is all covered with grease spots and
“tacky” looking, but it is comfortable, and I saved two hundred francs
by waiting. The sweater you knitted for me is doing good service—so
light and neat inside a coat. It is very handy. That picture of Robert’s
is mighty good. Tell him to write to me. I just received my pictures.
Printing is very expensive here, and the work is not very satisfactory.
I hesitate to let them develop my pictures. Our time is filled now all
right. I must sleep some more. That is one of the great requisites in
aviation.
You might send me things to eat now and then. Dates, figs, candied
fruits, fruit cake, candied pineapple, fig newtons, and salted nuts.
They come through pretty well in about a month or so, and keep well. It
is best to sew cloth around the package before putting on the outside
cover. It’s pretty nice to receive packages.
Your son,