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[[The?]] 18s were conquered in one late evenings' hour and an early mornings' hour of work. Rain seriously interrupted the schedule and I walked with feet of lead (the trench shoes, half steel sole, plus much mud) back and forth between camp #4 and H.Q. until I tired, and finally after five o'clock when the sun came out in glory I plodded out again and demanded a machine. I peeved some mechanics who had just finished washing the mud from No. 624 but I didn't care on account of my eagerness to finish the "18's". I made most of my landings (16 in 40 minutes) crosswind because the T, which the law reads that we must land into, was not set right. I found the bus to yield to the slightest impulse of the rudder and that the ailerons banked the wings sharply with but a [[strikethrough]] sli [[/strikethrough]] meagre pressure on the stick. In climbing a firm pressure had