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allised commonsense. It is a wonder

e latest by lamplight over a s

a Zeppelin raid on the east coast of England had be

of Zeppelin had been constructed, a "mother" t

stroy all known Zeppelin sheds; each air squad

tails upon my memory because I had been selected to destroy the shed

hat I was not to return as I watched him silently fixing the compass and map-roller, testing the spring catch and guide of the b

his was a funeral. I must get a hustle on as I've got to do 120 miles

look

ipped my hand. Then I pressed the starter, the prop

ssing the Meuse, a long line of fog with Verdun 7000 feet below. The engine was working well, throwing back the miles at about 60 per hour. A glow of lights to the right showed Metz next to a

et their correct position. The noise of my engine brought a shot from an aerial gun, but the fog saved me. A b

, and three foot-treads sent as many

oof of the hangar, its explosion being almost coincident with a fearful crash; the resulting air-rush almost

ne to get a straight run for home. Three Taubes

ross the river for home. I was over the enemy's country where I guessed I was being searched for

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