Snow was still falling in the sky, and the cold had formed a thin layer of ice around the fuselage.
Major Godfrey, wearing goggles, led a squadron of "Newport 10" aircraft flying towards the German Army, facing the knife-like cold wind.
Looking at the two machine guns in front of the nose, Major Godfrey felt like he was in a dream.
Two weeks ago, he was still performing aerial shows in Lyon, but now he was the squadron leader of the Third Squadron of the Second Flying Battalion of France.
When Godfrey received the invitation, he refused it and said to the lieutenant who found him, "I have no interest in being a soldier, sir. I enjoy a free and unfettered life; being ordered around all day would drive me mad!"
Godfrey then added, "If I wanted to be a soldier, I would have joined Shire's Flying Battalion long ago."
However, the lieutenant handed Godfrey a conscription order: "You'd better take my advice, sir. Otherwise, you will become an infantryman!"
