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Commandant P.<br />
de Bernis.<br />
clung to within fifty feet of Pivolo's tail<br />
so as not to lose him. As much as possible,<br />
Pivolo had been following the railroad tracks, an almost universal method of<br />
navigation that worked well enough, given adequate visibility, for everyone but<br />
the British pilots on their hops across the Channel.<br />
An agglomeration of lights below indicated a town and Pivolo buzzed the<br />
railroad station at a height of about ten feet trying to read its name on the signboard.<br />
This went on until Pivolo ran out of gas and coasted to a landing in a<br />
dimly lit field, Navarre right behind him. Luckily, the field was a smooth one,<br />
and miraculously, both aeroplanes and all four aviators were intact.<br />
"Wait here," said Navarre, a superfluous instruction, "I'll go find you some<br />
juice." Ascertaining the direction in which Brias lay by the excellently simple<br />
but not always practicable method of asking the local peasants, Navarre took off<br />
and located Brias. Thanks to a rough and ready flare system, he landed there<br />
safely. The usual improvised illumination for night landings consisted of oil and<br />
gasoline-soaked rags laid in parallel strips and lit on hearing an aeroplane approach.<br />
Navarre requested the gasoline for Pivolo's aeroplane, but was refused<br />
by the supply sergeant and a lengthy palaver ensued, the supply sergeant insisting<br />
that he had no authorization and Navarre telling him he knew what he could<br />
do with his<br />
authorization. In the end, with the aid of threats and bribery, Navarre<br />
pried twenty litres out of the sergeant. With the gasoline in cans piled in the<br />
front seat, Navarre took off and found the field where Pivolo was waiting and<br />
landed, Pivolo having contrived to outline the field with lanterns borrowed from<br />
the local people.<br />
For the last leg of the trip, Pivolo had to cling to Navarre's tail.<br />
On the morrow, both men wondered if it might have been not worth it,<br />
for they learned that all<br />
flying at Brias was to be done at scheduled times according<br />
to an elaborate system of rotation. For Navarre particularly, this was hard<br />
news; while he would gladly have done any amount of flying, he felt that one<br />
should be left some initiative.<br />
One day while taking off on patrol one of the pilots crashed his machine<br />
accidentally and was killed. The squadron commander raged against the parasol,<br />
calling it a death trap, a flying coffin, and a hazard unfit to fly. While the crash<br />
hurt squadron morale, it was not so serious as the really deleterious effect of the<br />
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