To the end of the war those aviators of ours searched the air for their adventures, fought often against overwhelming numbers, killed the German champions in single combat or in tourneys in the sky, and let down tons of high explosives which caused great death and widespread destruction; and in this work they died like flies, and one boy’s life⁠—one of those laughing, fatalistic, intensely living boys⁠—was of no more account in the general sum of slaughter than a summer midge, except as one little unit in the Armies of the Air.