The above heading is the official address of the U. S. Aviation Section,
and the one which you must use from now on. Yesterday I got a flock of
letters—three of mother’s, one of father’s, one of Robert’s, two or
three others, and a bunch of the “_Tech_” magazines. The “_Tech_” has
more news of vital interest than any paper I see over here.
Tension is rather high in camp. Major Carr, when he was here, told the
French lieutenant that there were 500,000 men in the States anxious to
fill our places. Since then five men had been _radiated_ (a polite
French word for “fired”), for breaking machines. Everybody is
frightened. The men had been sent up from our class, two and three a
day. One man is in the hospital, one in Paris, and today the last two go
up, so at present I am the only one in the class. The hospital put me
behind all right. Though I should like to catch up with the other men
and would be willing to take a chance, yet it is not the best way to
learn. They say a “slow beginning is time well spent,” and I am with an
excellent instructor. I could not learn faster than I can with him, so
it is for me to be content. The men that were _radiated_ were men who
had been sent up too quickly.
There is a bad fog this morning, so I guess we will not get any work.
Many things interfere with aviation training. Sun makes heat waves, fog
bars the view, wind makes it dangerous, yet we get a good deal of flying
at that. When we are _lâched_ (released) we have a machine of our own
and go out and fly whenever we feel like it. That will be fine.
I went to Tours day before yesterday and had a swim. The Loire River is
very swift, and it was all I could do to swim up it thirty feet. They
have the natatorium floating in the river, and have it fixed with a
strainer to hold the people in. I would like to swim down the river
about ten miles, floating with the current, but it is against the law to
swim in the open. Day before yesterday was the first time I’ve been
swimming this year.
We have a great time in our barracks. Every night there are a number of
rough houses. Last night we had a real fight. One vulgar, loud-mouthed
fellow called a smaller man the forbidden name, and the little fellow
lit into him. Everybody wanted to see the vulgar one cleaned up—and they
did. After a couple of blows the big one clinched in the strangle hold,
but the little one was a college wrestler with a neck like a bull. He
squirmed around in a circle and nearly broke the big man’s arm; then he
punched the big one’s face. They knocked over some beds and rolled on
the floor; then they got up and talked till they got their breath. The
big one was dissipated, and shaky on his feet. The light man lit into
him again. Neither of them were fighters, but they meant well. The heavy
one lunged with a hammer swing, missed, and the light man came in short
and quick on his jaw. The heavy man reeled back to the wall, but came
again and clinched before both eyes were shut. The little man went
under, but it was only from weight, and he was on top in a minute. He
rubbed the big one’s face in the floor, and then let him up. Then the
yellow streak showed up. The big one sat down on the edge of the bed,
whimpering and holding his arm, which had been fractured. He said he
wasn’t licked, but had enough for the night. The crowd mumbled
disapproval and went off to bed. A few gullible ones stayed to fix up
the big man’s arm. He cried like a baby. He hasn’t shown his face for
two days.
One of the fellows just tells me I have been shifted to another monitor
who is very violent, so I do not know what the outcome will be. The fog
grows thicker; we shall not work today. The greatest lesson of war is
patience. There are many days in which we do not work. I am trying to
use that time to rest and build up for what may come. The way things are
run here prevents one from having a system by which he may utilize his
time, so I work by inspiration. The time will come—and a long time it
will be—when I must work by routine, so I guess it will not hurt to work
by inspiration for a little while. My stay at the hospital must have
done me good. I am in splendid condition, and very healthy and happy.