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the maltese cross in the heavens beyond, and particularly in back. Practise is the answer as usual.
Every trip in groups wasn't [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] wholly successful. At least five groups left the aerodrome at the same hour and formed at designated points in the surrounding air-scape; and more than once we picked up the wrong group, or through carelessness got into the wrong position. Also the motors, which are everlastingly undependable are very apt to "konk", "panne", or "die" at any unheralded movement and a change of places results in the filling of a gap in the Vee.
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During one trial my power collapsed at 1300 meters with no warning whatever causing me to try all quick remedies to retrieve the motor in my rapid dive out of the formation; I was over a neighboring city at the time