John grinned.  "Well, put it that way if you like, Buddy," said he; "anyhow, as I said before, here I am.  Some chap may quit or 'go West'--you know a round dozen of the poor chaps have been killed in the last year--and that may let me back in again.  But I won't wait for it; I'll get after some of the commercial flying companies next week and see if I can't land a berth with them.  I simply can't think of working on the ground.  I guess I should have been born a bird, mother, instead of a human being, I love flying so much."