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minute aeroplanes ahead of every other American squadron? We must have jumped at a wrong conclusion. Or is this all a form of insidious propaganda to break the morale?

June 11, 1918.
A day off today - acting as officer of the day for the camp. Manifold duties:- [[inept??]] guard; act as provost marshal after 9:30 by taking trip to town; make rounds of hangars and sentries after midnight; stand reveille; be present at all mess of enlisted men; be on call all of the 24 hrs. of the tour of duty. I had little excitement. No air raids; a small fire, a few instances of being "hard-boiled" with careless doughboys. The worst part of the whole job was the mail censoring. What a thankless time it is for the censor - this war! I'd rather fight in the trenches than wear my nerves away by reading men's mail. It is good, bad, and indifferent - mostly bad