We are too busy and short of pilots at our Escadrille to think of taking a permission at present. Tout va bien. Bonnes nouvelles de Freddy.
Your affectionate son,
Norman.
July 2, 1916.
Dear Mamma,—A few lines to tell you that tout va bien. This letter will be taken over and mailed in New York by an American Ambulance driver who dined with us last night.
To-day I am de garde all the morning—that is to say, from dawn to noon. I must be by my avion ready to start as soon as any Boches are signaled. None have been so far this morning—worse luck!
Your affectionate son,
Norman.