For the last four months I have been at the front—two months in the North near Arras during the attacks of May and June. After that we were stationed for a month near Nancy in the East. Now we have returned to the north again where there is increasing activity. I am happy and in the best of health. I sleep under canvas on a stretcher bed and eat in the shed of an old farm house near by. I have nothing to complain of. I like it. There are ten American pilots with us in the French service and twelve others in training with their number constantly increasing. Some day soon we will all be united in one escadrille—an Escadrille Américaine—that is my fondest ambition. I am devoting all my spare energies to organizing it and all the American pilots here are giving me every encouragement and assistance in the work of preliminary organization. As I have had so much to do in originating and pushing the plan along, perhaps I shall be second in command. I would enjoy tremendously a letter. My address now is Sergeant-Pilote Prince Escadrille d’Avions Canon 3me Groupe de Bombardement Secteur Postal 102. I hope you are in Rome, not in Treviso, which must be _dans la Zone des Armées_. Your affectionate grandson, NORMAN. [Illustration: _Application to ride a Breguet de Chasse_] * * * * * _Cⁱᵉ Gˡᵉ Transatlantique, À bord, January 4, 1916._ _My dear Mamma_,—Just a line before the pilot leaves us to tell you that Freddy and I appreciate your sorrow in having your two boys go to the war. However, the greater the sorrow, the greater the joy will be when they return! Nothing was forgotten. Freddy and I have the same stateroom and I shall immediately start to make him fit. I tell him that in order to join the Flying Corps, one cannot weigh more than 75 kilos. Your most affectionate son, NORMAN. * * * * * _G. D. E. Div. Nieuport Secteur 92A, February 19, 1916._ _Dear Governor_,—Enclosed is a letter from Freddy. Notice that he says the discipline at Pau is very strict. I am a schoolboy again. I am training to fly the very fastest _appareil de chasse_—quite a different instrument from the _avion canon_ which weighs three times more than these small chasing _appareils_.