By Steven Tom
Schiffer Military History, 2025
Reviewed by David F. Beer
| Original Members of the Lafayette Escadrille: James McConnell, Kiffin Rockwell, French Capt. Thenault, Norman Prince, Victor Chapman |
James McConnell’s own bestselling book Flying for France appeared shortly before his death in World War One. He effectively described the war both on land and in the air but didn’t reveal much about himself either as a person or as a participant in the conflict. These details, however, are vibrantly revealed in Steven Tom’s The Aviator, and Schiffer Military History has done a magnificent job of presenting this work. The numerous black-and-white photos give us excellent views of each stage of McConnell’s too-short life, while the text is readable and enhanced by frequent excerpts from personal letters and memos.
If you’ve been on the campus of the University of Virginia you may have noticed a 12-foot-high bronze statue of a winged Icarus reaching into the sky. The inscription reads “Soaring like an eagle into new heavens of valor and devotion.” This statue honors James Rogers McConnell, a former student of the university who in his time there may have been better known for his campus social life and self-taught bagpipe playing. When war broke out in Europe, however, Jim, like many young men of his age and social class, sympathized with France and left home and country to fight. In January 1915 he sailed to France and joined the American Ambulance Field Service, which, other than enlisting in the French Foreign Legion, was at the time the only way an American could really be part of the war.
This is an extremely detailed biography. In the early chapters on Jim’s work as an ambulance driver we learn not only about his adventures (which at times are no less than heroic) but also about the evolution of the vehicles which became increasingly efficient in carrying the wounded and dying. American ambulance drivers were greatly appreciated:
The presence of the American ambulance…has an important influence upon the morale of the French troops. This factor is not to be disdained, for in the long, grueling campaign the morale is everything. The concrete expression of America’s sympathy for France’s sacrifice is to no small extent buoying up the French hopes...The ambulance section has been cited for the order of the day and decorated with the war cross…they are brave young men, seriously doing their work (57–58).
When Jim transfers to the Lafayette Escadrille and trains to become a pilot his progress—and the methods used by the French to train a pilot—are fascinating. With him we experience flying in various types of aircraft including the Penguin, Voisin, Caudron, and Blériot, and to describe Jim’s experiences as ‘hairy’ or precarious would be an understatement. He records much of his flying in his letters to friends and is especially moved by what he sees over Verdun, which he later describes as a “strip of murdered Nature”:
It looks as if shells fell by the thousands every second. There are spurts of smoke at nearly every foot of the brown areas, and a thick pall of mist covers it all. There are but holes where the trenches ran, and when one thinks of the poor devils crouching in their inadequate shelters under such a hurricane of flying metal, it increases one’s respect for the staying power of modern man. It’s terrible to watch, and I feel sad every time I look down (157).
The biography is greatly strengthened by significant portions of Jim’s letters to relatives and friends (including girlfriends) and by the citing of articles which Jim wrote and sent to popular American magazines. His style is always direct and unadorned. He is quite forthright in his criticism of the United States for not immediately joining the French and British in the War. He describes the living conditions he experiences at each base he is sent to and like other flyers is frustrated and angry when weather conditions prevent any flying.
| James R. McConnell, Sergeant-Pilot, Escadrille Américaine KIA 19 March 1917 Order HERE |
Just over two weeks before the United States entered the war, Jim was killed. He went missing on a morning patrol but due to bad weather was not found for a few days—during which all his companions desperately hoped he had merely crash-landed and been taken prison. But on 23 March, around 10:00 p.m.,
…the news everyone feared was confirmed. The squadron received a message that advancing French troops had found the wreckage of Nieuport #2055 near the Bois l’Abbe. The pilot…was found lying dead beside the plane. German soldiers had apparently taken all identifying papers from the body and had also taken his boots. A doctor estimated he had been dead for three days (p. 245).
Jim had outlived many other pilots and had made his mark in so many ways, including the literary one. The Aviator gives us valuable insight into his life, his feelings, his friendships, and above all his courage. No wonder the memorial to him in Carthage, North Carolina, reads “He fought for humanity, liberty, and democracy.”
David F. Beer