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followed.

The East was bright with the rising sun, with a still murky West, [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] ^[[when]] we made 5000 meters over the [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] attack below. We patrolled back and forth, back and forth over the ^[[French]] artillery-regulating machines below, always with an eye out for the Bosche machines. The setting [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] three miles below remained unchanged in its intensity except that the growing light made the flashes less discernible and even more picturesque and awe-inspiring in the white smoke clouds, tracer shell trajectories, and ^[[drifting]] gas.

Putnam and I raced across the heavens for an hour without sighting