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Gen. William Mitchell, Commander-in-Chief of the American Air Forces at the Front

LUCK ON THE WING
Thirteen Stories of a Sky Spy

BY
ELMER HASLETT
Major, Air Service, U. S. Army. Distinguished Service Cross. Croix de Guerre Française. Recipient of two special citations by General Pershing for conspicuous bravery and exceptionally meritorious service. Operations Officer U. S. Air Service, First Army Corps at Château-Thierry and of First Army Observation Wing at St. Mihiel and the Argonne.
NEW YORK
E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY
681 FIFTH AVENUE
Copyright, 1920.
By E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY
All Rights Reserved
Printed in the United States of America
TO MY MOTHER
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SOME WORDS IN EXPLANATION

If any one should be interested enough to inquireas to the reason for my becoming a sky spy, an aërialobserver, a deuce, or whatever one chooses to call it,I should certainly speak the truth and affirm thatit was not the result of calm, cool and deliberatethought. I have always had a holy horror of airplanesand to this day I cannot say that I exactlyenjoy riding in them. My sole reason for flyingnow is that I am still in the Air Service and there isnot an excuse in the world for a young man beingan air officer if he does not spend a part of his timein that element. Every boy in his own heart wantsto be a soldier whether his mother raises him thatway or not: as a boy and as a man I wanted tobe an infantryman. Upon being commissioned inInfantry following the First Officers’ TrainingCamp, I was about to have a lifetime’s ambitiongratified by being placed in charge of a company atCamp Lewis, Washington, when along with two hundredother new officers I was ordered to Fort Sill,Oklahoma, for assignment with the Missouri and Kansastroops. I had been enthusiastic over the infantry,I liked it fine, and most of all I wanted totrain my company and lead them into action. Arrivingat Fort Sill, we found that the troops hadviiinot arrived and would not come for at least a month.Meanwhile we stagnated and lost our pep. Thepapers were full of the pressing need of help at thebattle front and still all around I could see nothingbut destructive delay. It was the old call of theindividual—for though my heart was set upon theideal of training my own men for the supreme testyet I could not stand the delay. I was determinedto get to the Front and with that as my paramountideal, I would take the first opportunity that wouldlead to its real

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