In August, 1914, we thought ab once of our Navy and our Army. There was another service, so young that we hardly thought of ét at all. Yet it was destined to present to the onlooking world the most dramatic touches of the titania contest. Mechanical flight was a thing considered impossible in 1898. In 1914 men were rushing through space at a speed of nearly 100 miles an hour, intent upon slaying each Jother. "The duel, beloved by Greeks, Romans and our own people, had survived, despite the new armies of millions. Henceforth the arena would be the boundless blue.
Time has proved that, of all the bell-gerent nations, Great Britain commenced this war with the right kind of aeroplanes. We are not able to estimate exactly the value of that advantage. It is not improbable that when the full tale of Mons and Ypres are told, the aviators will have a share of the glory. Quite recently a story of the latter fight has come to hand. A damaged aeroplane dropped just jncar the Staff. It was clear that both man and machine had been hurt by shell fire. They saw the ghostly face of the occupant of the biplane, and they asked about his wound, "It's not that." he said. "It's what I've seen." For, poised among the clouds, he saw corps after corps of grey Germans ad-vaneing on the thin ribbon of khaki. It was that which made him faint. As always, facts are valuable. We may assume that, bad as fro
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