
A draft-dodger finds his war in the engine room
Tam dodged enlistment by every trick he could invent, until an aerodrome repair job showed him an engine worth mastering; within a week he was in the Flying Corps. Now a sergeant-pilot, he narrates his own fights in the purple prose of six hundred penny dreadfuls, cadging officers' cigars between stories. Behind the clowning he kills the German who mocked him, spots raiders hiding inside a cumulus cloud, and climbs to twenty-eight thousand feet. Young Lasky dies in that cloud fight, and Tam mourns him.
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