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Nov. 16, 1917. I still like the game yet it is strange, for I have tasted my blood. In cold fact this is abrupt, but so was my crash; yet I've temporarily come to grief and I think that I've cost Uncle Sammy a few thousand late this afternoon. I'm a sight for sore eyes with my bandaged face and when I looked into the mirror after the surgeon had finished taking the stitches I laughed a good loud laugh. I guess the honor of going through the ordeal of the first smashup for course 17 and Squadron 28 falls to ARBrooks. Here is the story:- After having 3 hours of dual instruction I was up this afternoon with Captain Campbell (an old veteran who is transferred to the U.S. Army from the R.F.C., and to be a major [[strikethrough]] in ?? [[/strikethrough]] in his early