Upstairs is Gallieni's lounge, and downstairs is the officers' canteen. Though separated by just one wall, their discussions are worlds apart.
Upstairs: We are in dire need of pilots. This number far from meets our demand, and even more will be needed in the foreseeable future.
Downstairs: Will the military even want us? Finding a long-term stable job is not easy these days!
Upstairs: If they are unwilling, we can consider increasing the allowances. If 60 francs don't work, then 80 francs!
Downstairs: We only need 20 francs a month, just like ordinary workers. This itself is a luxury for us!
Upstairs: This involves risking one's life; it's not something that money can buy!
Downstairs: What kind of life-threatening danger can pilots face? Just fly a plane to see where the enemy is. The most dangerous thing is launching rockets at balloons! Compared to being penniless and starving on the streets, is that even considered dangerous?
