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Conger Reynolds correspondence, August 1918
1918-08-29 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 5
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horses tandem fashion and taking down huge, straight logs overtook and passed me. During the first part of my walk I was interested in watching a French airman who was playing in the sky over the valley. He circled and spiraled and swooped down low and darted across the town. Up he went and next I saw his cocards flash in the sun as he looped the loop. Again he mounted and down he came in a tumble, spinning round and round, nose pointed straight for the ground, for all the world as if he had lost control. But a few hundred feet up his motor burst into a roar, the machine righted, and off he sped across country. He surely was having a wild, free time. I wonder what a man must feel like sporting in the air that way. I learned today that Lieutenant Gard has been killed in action. He was one of our bunch here in April and May, and we grew rather fond of him. When he went away it was to a job in the S.O.S. Not having heard that he had gone to the front we were indeed surprised to hear of his death. And it rather gave us a twinge too; this war is getting too realistic. Madame Plocque writes me that she has written to you and sent you some postcards. She wants you to come to see her. I wish you could. She has a delightful
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horses tandem fashion and taking down huge, straight logs overtook and passed me. During the first part of my walk I was interested in watching a French airman who was playing in the sky over the valley. He circled and spiraled and swooped down low and darted across the town. Up he went and next I saw his cocards flash in the sun as he looped the loop. Again he mounted and down he came in a tumble, spinning round and round, nose pointed straight for the ground, for all the world as if he had lost control. But a few hundred feet up his motor burst into a roar, the machine righted, and off he sped across country. He surely was having a wild, free time. I wonder what a man must feel like sporting in the air that way. I learned today that Lieutenant Gard has been killed in action. He was one of our bunch here in April and May, and we grew rather fond of him. When he went away it was to a job in the S.O.S. Not having heard that he had gone to the front we were indeed surprised to hear of his death. And it rather gave us a twinge too; this war is getting too realistic. Madame Plocque writes me that she has written to you and sent you some postcards. She wants you to come to see her. I wish you could. She has a delightful
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