Our Pilots in the Air by William B. Perry
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"She overtook me while I was on my way," he confessed. "It is fate, I
guess." Then the three started on the way to aerodrome headquarters. About this time came the sounds of heavy firing over No-Man's-Land. "That is one result of your rocket, Bauer, Byers, grimly. CHAPTER VII DOWNING THE SAUSAGES Once clear of the Allied front line of trenches, the double platoon of planes spread out on either hand, flying swiftly yet keeping near the earth. This was strange for so formidable a squadron of fighting, one-man planes that usually soar up to lofty heights, far from the direct range Fritzy's Archies. But their instructions were clear, and each trained pilot knew just what he had to do. Swiftly and still more swiftly they flew. The night mists, growing yet more opaque, promised, favorably. Appincourte Bluff, just beyond the little river, could hardly be seen at all, but the roar of the motors overhead indicated that something might be on the wing. Without question few advance sentries still remained near the ruins that once had been a capacious subterranean chamber. From |
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