The Author met and taped hours of conversation with Edward Lindsay, the subject of this book, before he died in 1986. He has made it into a fascinating story of bravery and incompetence, told as a ripping yarn and very exciting. In the air, as on the ground, the Americans arrived in Europe with no equipment and an unshakable belief that they knew better than the English and French who had been fighting for three weary years. They were put into a quiet sector and did their best to self destruct, helped by flying Breguet bombers that were worn out and only kept flying by the ingenuity of the ground crews, and leaders who varied between cowards and heroes. Lindsay was the only one of the original Squadron to survive, and spent the rest of his life sad and disillusioned. Incidentally, he invented the precursor of the modern swing wing, but was unable to proceed due to the total apathy in America about matters aeronautical at the time. I enjoyed this book very much, although my pleasure was marred by the bad reproduction of the many excellent photographs.