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$Title{True Stories Of The Great War
XV - Story Of The Last Fight Of Norman Prince}
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$Author{McConnell, James R.}
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$Date{1917}
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Title: True Stories Of The Great War
Book: "Flying For France" - Hero Tales Of Battles In The Air
Author: McConnell, James R.
Date: 1917
Translation: Yeomans, Betty
XV - Story Of The Last Fight Of Norman Prince
Darkness was coming rapidly on but Prince and Lufbery remained in the
air to protect the bombardment fleet. Just at nightfall Lufbery made for a
small aviation field near the lines, known as Corcieux. Slow-moving
machines, with great planing capacity, can be landed in the dark, but to try
and feel for the ground in a Nieuport, which comes down at about a hundred
miles an hour, is to court disaster. Ten minutes after Lufbery landed Prince
decided to make for the field. He spiraled down through the night air and
skimmed rapidly over the trees bordering the Corcieux field. In the dark he
did not see a high-tension electric cable that was stretched just above the
tree tops. The landing gear of his airplane struck it. The machine snapped
forward and hit the ground on its nose. It turned over and over. The belt
holding Prince broke and he was thrown far from the wrecked plane. Both of
his legs were broken and he naturally suffered internal injuries. In spite
of the terrific shock and his intense pain Prince did not lose consciousness.
He even kept his presence of mind and gave orders to the men who had run to
pick him up. Hearing the hum of a motor, and realizing a machine was in the
air, Prince told them to light gasolene fires on the field. "You don't want
another fellow to come down and break himself up the way I've done," he said.
Lufbery went with Prince to the hospital in Gerardmer. As the ambulance
rolled along Prince sang to keep up his spirits. He spoke of getting well
soon and returning to service. It was like Norman. He was always energetic
about his flying. Even when he passed through the harrowing experience of
having a wing shattered, the first thing he did on landing was to busy
himself about getting another fitted in place and the next morning he was in
the air again.
No one thought that Prince was mortally injured but the next day he went
into a coma. A blood clot had formed on his brain. Captain Haff in command
of the aviation groups of Luxeuil, accompanied by our officers, hastened to
Gerardmer. Prince lying unconscious on his bed, was named a second
lieutenant and decorated with the Legion of Honour. He already held the
Medaille Militaire and Croix de Guerre. Norman Prince died on the 15th of
October. He was brought back to Luxeuil and given a funeral similar to
Rockwell's. It was hard to realize that poor old Norman had gone. He was
the founder of the American escadrille and every one in it had come to rely
on him. He never let his own spirits drop, and was always on hand with
encouragement for the others. I do not think Prince minded going. He wanted
to do his part before being killed, and he had more than done it. He had,
day after day, freed the line of Germans, making it impossible for them to
do their work, and three of them he had shot to earth.
Two days after Prince's death the escadrille received orders to leave
for the Somme. The night before the departure the British gave the American
pilots a farewell banquet and toasted them as their "Guardian Angels." They
keenly appreciated the fact that four men from the American escadrille had
brought down four Germans, and had cleared the way for their squadron
returning from Oberndorf. When the train pulled out the next day the station
platform was packed by khaki-clad pilots waving good-bye to their friends the
"Yanks."
The escadrille passed through Paris on its way to the Somme front. The
few members who had machines flew from Luxeuil to their new post. At Paris
the pilots were reenforced by three other American boys who had completed
their training. They were: Fred Prince, who ten months before had come over
from Boston to serve in aviation with his brother Norman; Willis Haviland,
of Chicago, who left the American Ambulance for the life of a birdman, and
Bob Soubrian, of New York, who had been transferred from the Foreign Legion
to the flying corps after being wounded in the Champagne offensive. . . .
(Here Jim McConnell continues to relate his adventures in the air,
describing how France trains her air pilots. His book also contains many
interesting letters from him. And, then, alas, he, too, fell from the clouds
on that fatal day in March, 1917, and went to a hero's grave. - Editor.)