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passing the dust and gossip of the day down the gutter that is flushed in just such a manner ^[[from the curb spigots]] every morning.

As we climbed over long hill to our domain on top I was curious to see everybody with their arms on hips gazing into the blue. I thought it was only a pigeon flight as they have an aviary for training the messengers here, but it wasn't that. It was our first little bombing expedition instigated by our friend the enemy way up out of sight. The noise of his motor was plain and the anti-aircraft made a ring around him; he did [[strikethrough]] not [[/strikethrough]] ^[[no]] damaged except perhaps to scare a couple of mohamadans near whose tents the shrapnel hit. Lots of excitement these days. Over the lines soar...