He sat in the cockpit, his uniform soaked with sweat. As the plane rolled to a slow stop, he knew he’d be going after another one. Grinning, he reached up and unsnapped the snaps on his flying cap. Three more machines waited for him back at the depot.
Tossing his cap into the forward observation cockpit, he used a rag to wipe the sweat off his face before climbing out of the new B.E. The sun was hardly into the sky and already the heat of the day, combined with the heat of the plane"s engine, was turning him into a wet rag in the short hop from the supply depot to the squadron. Hearing his name being shouted excitedly, he glanced to his right and noticed several of the enlisted men running excitedly toward him. As the approached they kept gesturing toward one of the hangars.
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