I am told that the American captain at this school is looking for me to
offer me a second lieutenancy in the U. S. Army. I must decide
immediately, and I am tempted to toss a coin.
* * * * *
_Well, this is the result_: I signed for the release from the army
Français. I was refused a _permission_ to Paris and took it anyway to
find out from the American authorities what would become of me. My trip
to Paris was unsuccessful. I returned to camp late at night, and when I
awoke in the morning I was told that the _permission_ had been granted
after all and that I had been ordered to the Front at eleven o’clock
that day in Escadrille S 102, Sector Postal 160, located near Toul. I
stopped over at Paris a day and a half and landed here day before
yesterday. So now, God be praised, I am at the Front. It has taken eight
months to come to it, but I guess it will be worth it.