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minutes looking for something in the way of Allied or enemy planes. Nothing happened except that my machine gun had 4 stoppages, and I felt peevish on [[returning?]] here to learn that a [[Herx?]] machine doing regelage [[sic]] at a place I'd passed a short time previously had crept out again to his work. Cat + mouse stuff.
The day was spent in answering alerts - a practise not nearly as good as constant patrolling, in my opinion. For by the time you get in the vicinity of the reported E.A. the E.A. has long disappeared into a strategic retreat to Germany - helped along by [[veluto?]] and back [[burstst?]] of French H.E. and Shrap.

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reglage = French for artillery adjustments