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11 A.M.
Two Bosche machines paid us a visit again this morning, their approach being heralded by a perfect [[strikethrough]] illegible [[/strikethrough]] frame of [[?]] shells from our guns. They took all the pictures they wanted and it betokens a great deal to have them come snooping over that a-way. We're going to get "good and bombed" one of these days.

4 out of our 5 (out of an [[strikethrough]] 18 [[/strikethrough]] ^[[24]]) machines have come in and with the Huns above us it was irritating to each and every one of us not to have a ready bus to go up and engage him or them. We could plainly see the plucky devils and their machine gun played a nice little hymn of hate above the hum of the engine.

You've got to hand it to 'em for courage all right. A [[?]] Hun dived into a formation of 4 94th men yesterday and raised Cain with them until he was forced to skedaddle on account of

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A "lone" Hun?