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began to make a din just outside. Way up on high was a single Bosche machine which had evidently come in by a wide detour from the Verdun salient. The white puffs were numerous but the Bosche sailed on towards his lines and safety. He was immediately pursued but at the height he had gained our machines could hardly hope to catch him. Such impudence.
The shrapnel fired at us is wicked and ugly indeed. Great chunks of H.E. shell with mighty sharp edges or major pieces of any kind of damaging metal. Ugh.
Lt. Painter could have had a Bosche late this afternoon but his gun went bang! and stopped with a split casing. Wish we had two guns. These jams are causing end of trouble and lost Huns.