Air Stories, April 1936 — page 22: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Taking careful aim, the observer poured round after round into the gas-bag. WINGED WARRIORS Here is a True and Faithful Record of Life as it was Lived—and Lost— in a Typical R.F.C. Two-seater Fighter Squadron on Active Service in France. Every Incident Described is known Actually to have Occurred and all the Characters mentioned, though their Names are Disguised, Actually Fought and Flew Above the Western Front PART THREE CHAPTER I Back to the Front EAVE was over, and Warton and Lastor stood together on deck as the crowded cross-Channel trans- port thumped alongside the quay at Boulogne. The town, vociferous and smelly as ever, with its cobbles and railway trucks running through the streets, made home seem very far away. And Savage, standing in his accustomed attitude, feet wide apart, hands thrust into the pockets of an oily old waterproof, hat over one eye, and a pipe gripped between 308 his bared teeth, was almost the first man they saw on crossing the gangway. The familiar figure and the familiar background gave the lie to the passage of time. It seemed impossible that they had been on leave, for a whole four- teen days. Surely it was but a few hours ago that they had left the squadron, and this was but the end of a day’s expedition into Boulogne. Something of Warton’s thoughts must have been reflected in his face, for Savage, as he shook hands, remarked : ‘‘ Enter one perfectly good damned soul into purgatory | All hope abandon ye who enter here ! Hallo, Lasts, you’re look- ing pretty chirpy, also! By way of COnmnicloo S (C(O)