The Escadrille Americaine was no more. Diplomats had decided that a name change was required due to Germany's protest. It had taken time, but a new name was finally adopted. From hence forth the squadron was known as the Escadrille Lafayette.
Our commanding officer was carefully writing the new name on our tally board. My name was near the top; I having scored 10 confirmed victories, plus 1 unconfirmed in the almost seven months the Escadrille had flown. Ten other names filled out the roster, but only two had victories. The two sergeants and myself were the flight leaders for the Escadrille.
Three other names had been erased from the board, but I could still make them out. Between them the three had scored five victories. With the exception of De'Villa, who'd died before orders could be written, all had been promoted to Sergeant. All had been flight leaders as well.
The Escadrille to date had a total of 18 victories in exchange for those three men.
We'd gathered first to recognize the new name of our Escadrille and second to honor those who hadn't made it. In a rare exception to our unwritten rule we all took a sip from the "bottle of death" to the memory of those brave young flyers.
Tomorrow would, hopefully, bring us new victories and, regrettably, most certainly further loses. But today we celebrated and remembered...
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