Aeronautics, Military -- France; World War, 1914-1918 -- Aerial operations; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
Late in the afternoon we returned to Chartres. This was the most
enjoyable part of the day’s flying. The aerial conditions were perfect
and we were able to allow ourselves the pleasure of appreciating all the
interesting places we passed over. First we saw the beautiful valley of
the Chevreuse; then Rambouillet, with its wonderful hunting and fishing
preserves. Next I caught a glimpse of the imposing palace and gardens of
Maintenon. The time passed all too quickly; yet when we reached home it
was almost dark. We all felt quite tired, but before putting our
machines away, however, we asked permission to make our spirals, so that
we might complete every requirement of the brevet before night set in.
We were anxious to do this, so that we might obtain our "permissions"
immediately. We did not wish to lose a moment. A four days’ leave is
always accorded each pilot the moment he has satisfactorily fulfilled
all the requirements of the course. Our request was granted and the
final test was successfully passed.
I was now a full-fledged aviator, with the rank of corporal, with the
regular pay of eight cents a day and an additional indemnity of
forty-five cents as a member of the Flying Corps.
*THE ZEPPELIN RAID OVER PARIS*
I decided to spend my four days’ "permission" in Paris, the rendezvous
of all aviators when not on active service. From the first I felt
conscious of unusual attention. People seemed to treat me with
deference and with more respect than I had ever before experienced. I
could not account for it. Then, of a sudden, I chuckled to myself. The
envied stars and wings on my collar were the cause. I was a "pilote
aviateur," a full-fledged member of the aerial light cavalry of France.
For most "permissionnaires" Paris usually offers only the distractions
of its theatres and restaurants, its boulevards, and its beautiful
monuments. These pleasures I also had looked forward to, but in the
first thirty-six hours of my visit occurred another, more startling
diversion—two Zeppelin raids. It was my first real experience of the
war.
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