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This morning a number of German planes came over to give us a look and to take an picture.  We [[strikethrough]] needing [[/strikethrough]] needn't worry about their not being a nice map system of our quarters, and just as soon as we show signs of completing our equipment some nicely timed bombs are going to appear, you bet. A sausage got loose and the gunmens of both sides took pot shots at it according to the bursts of white and black smoke, with such a clear day and an absence of clouds the H.E. (high explosive) made a light [[pilar??]] [[strikethrough]] [[??]] [[/strikethrough]] all its own. 

Most of our fellows are over-eager to get into the new Spads we're having shipped to us.  The consensus of opinion is to the effect that "I've never been to war before you know and I'd kind of like to see what it looks like!"

Transcription Notes:
"Sausage" = trench mortar