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July 5 1918. Nothing spectacular to record today. The sky cleared to a certain extent and at 10 o'clock we received orders to protect a photography machine on its mission. I was given charge of the patrol, Lts. [[Gerner?]] and [[Modine?]] accompanying me. We got into our hot teddy bears plus the fur helmets (it's cold up past 10,000 feet you know) and would you believe it? We stayed in a semi-holding [[sum?]] for an hour and a half before the missing Sopwith appeared and fired its 3 rocket signal. The formation took to the air and circled around overhead the Sopwith taking off, as I thought, to photograph the status of trenches at [[strikethrough]] Flir [[/strikethrough]] Flurey. I headed a bee line for Flurey and patrolled for 15
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Sopwith! cool!
Flurey = Fleury?