And that's how we assisted in the recapture of Fort Douaumont!
WHAT PASSES IN YOUR MIND WHEN FALLING
10,000 FEET, VADELAINCOURT.
October 25, 1916.
To-day I went up on a rocket test at a very high altitude. Suddenly one of the rockets burst in the propeller, and it snapped like a pistol shot—the horizontal rudder also was damaged——
The descent commenced by great jerks and it seemed as if the machine would collapse and fall apart——
Flameng, my pilot, made a sign "that it could go very bad with us——" We went through a great cloud and I began to believe we would crash to earth. Despite three accidents in two days, this will be very pretty, I say to myself. I thought that after what I had seen these last three months, it would be absolutely idiotic to die in a bed, and I began to laugh at the idea——
The avion lands like a butterfly on a prairie——
THE MARQUIS AND THE MARCHIONESS, NETTANCOURT.
November, 1916.
We had gone to take a turn around Avocourt Hill; the air was magnificent. We were 7,000 feet high directly above the spot we were going to land——
The major stopped his motor and commenced to descend in circles; I recognized the château, the village, the station——