Yours of October 13 received. The letters of my family are of more
interest and intimacy than ever before. You say I should be glad you are
not in the machine with me to give me advice, but I say unto you, “You
are the one to be glad.” If you are worried by the thought of what might
happen if a steering buckle in an automobile should break, how would you
feel to be hanging on wires and compressed air? Once in the air it is a
fool’s pastime to think of what might happen. The god of luck is the
aviator’s saint. Man pits his resource against the invisible, and never
for an instant doubts his ability. Those who doubt are probably those
who do not come back. They are much in need of Nieuport pilots, and
rushing us through as fast as weather permits.
Cannot write tonight as everybody is telling flying stories.
Good night,