Philip A Embury Journal #3

mintues of flying at Tours. His engine went dead, and he landed in a grape vinyard and turned over smashing his plane all to pieces. This has been some day for smashups, but I hope that my lucky star stays with me.

Tuesday July 9 '18. Went out to B2 field this morning. Took three flights by myself and made three good landings. This afternoon the wind was blowing a gale and D.C. and B1 didn't fly, but B2 went out just the same. It was a teriffic wind and very bumpy. I wasn't over anxious about going up, but took my chances at it. I took a machine from

Jack Stores. Jack got into a wing slip and the ambulance had started out after him before he managed to pull out of it. When he got out of the machine he was as white as a ghost. He said that it was as rough as the Devil up. I was none to steady when I climed into the machine. I took off alright but got into some terrible bumps over the farm houses and the woods. I kept straight into the wind until I got plenty of altitude. I had to use a lot of right rudder to keep the gusts of wind from wipping me around. When I made my first turn to the left I didn't have all my

right rudder off when I gave it a little stick, and then a bump hit me and sent me down in a wing slip. As I saw the earth commimg up to meet me I couldn’t help but shiver a little. The first thing that came into my head was, now keep your head, take your time, and figure things out. I knew that I was in a wing slip, but my brain seemed to take ages to act. It felt as if it were tied up. All this must have passed through my mind in a flash as it would have only taken me a few seconds to have crashed. The wind was a whistling past my face, and I was sure

traveling some. Before I moved a control I had it figured out just what to do to come out of a wing slip, so that I would be sure to come out the first time I tried. I put on bottom rudder which put me into a nose dive, then cut my motor and pulled out of the nose dive. I cut on my motor again and flew straight until I got plenty of altitude. When I came out of the nose dive I was about even with the tops of the trees. I was a pretty scared fellow, and all I wanted to do was to get back on to the ground again. It made me heart sick to think that I had to make some turns to get back to the field again, and I didn’t know

exactly where the field was. When I got my altitude I got another scare that made my heart standstill. I glanced down at my rudder and there was no rudder wires. I thought, my God what am I going to do now. I was too scared to look any further I was so sure that I saw right the first time. I commensed feeling the rudder out by first working it one way and then the other. It seemed to work alright, so I finally got up courage to look and see what the trouble was. I found that the rudder wires ran from the rudder to the rudder bar in front of the front seat instead of to