. My husband . e down and landed on its was strapped in tight, and except for a cut onthe nose and a bruise or two, am unhurt. I cant understand it, and if you could onlyhave seen the crash you wouldnt have been ableto understand how I could come out , the C. O. says its the last job I need dothis trip, and is going to give me easy work untilI am sent home. To-morrow Im going to Paris to get a newmachine. If the weather is bad I shall look upold Howard and Papa Louis. Id like to beable to spend a day or two there. . It seems years since you went away. Give theCrown Prince Ras
. My husband . e down and landed on its was strapped in tight, and except for a cut onthe nose and a bruise or two, am unhurt. I cant understand it, and if you could onlyhave seen the crash you wouldnt have been ableto understand how I could come out , the C. O. says its the last job I need dothis trip, and is going to give me easy work untilI am sent home. To-morrow Im going to Paris to get a newmachine. If the weather is bad I shall look upold Howard and Papa Louis. Id like to beable to spend a day or two there. . It seems years since you went away. Give theCrown Prince Rastus a kiss for me. . Tuesday, March 17, . To-day is such a bad day that I am un-able to leave for the Squadron. I am stayingwith the C. O. of the Aircraft Depot, who livesin a peach of a chateau. We have been playingping-pong all the morning nearly. I hadntplayed it for years, but it is very amusing. Iguess I shall be able to get back to-morrow. Istill havent heard when Im to be sent home,[258]. M ^ HIS LETTERS so its just as well you didnt stay, isnt it,darling ? There is no news, darling, except that yourphotos are in The Sketch this week. They aresplendid. I will have Father send it to you fromEngland, in case you cant get it at in the March 14th number. . [259] APPRECIATION BY ELROY FOOTE APPRECIATION TULIPS and lilies on a sunny slopeHide now the spot where your dear formis laid, since Easter in stone, protected from the horrors of the wrapped in the great glory of your selfish heart protests against Gods Heart! I should not grudge to you this sudden you are honored more than any king;And all the world proclaims you Hero your brave spirit inspires fighting menTo give their all — as you gave everything. What joy there must have been in that great spaceThat we call Heaven — to see you comeOn glorious wings of Duty and great love;Taking your place among the countless deadWho hover oer this sad
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