Our Pilots in the Air by William B. Perry
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page 76 of 197 (38%)
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"Don't you know your squad leader?"
"Good gracious! You -- here?" The youth from Butte, Montana, was peering down at advancing form, delighted amazement in face, but he only said: "Shut off your light Sergeant! We're surrounded by - by - them! That's better! Where'd you come from?" "Oh, I just dropped down in answer to your signal. I thought if the Boches were about to get you, they might have another chance at me, see?" A faint yet hilarious chuckle came forth. Then: "Say, Lafe, when I first tumbled down here, I thought I was a goner. But I wasn't hurt much. My machine is smashed, though." "What brought you down? Why didn't you go a little further?" "I would have, but Archie got me just as I thought I was about safe. That ain't all. I guess our downing them sausages was a bit too for Hans. Directly after that they started the hottest barrage fire you've seen in a month of Sundays. Keepin' it up yet, only they've slacked a bit along here. I kept thinkin' how I was going to get out of this when I heard the tramp and scuffle of advancing infantry. "All at once I knew. They're sour yet over busting up their big underground at Appincourte Bluff; and now comes this raid of ours and away goes that string of a dozen balloons. I guess it was too much." "Infantry! What infantry? Oh, you mean Fritzy!" |
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