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July 24, 1918,

Nothing particulerly [[sic]] individual happening of late. Few dud days that were welcome, another unofficial, (worse luck) Hun to Putnam's credit, much bombing activity [[strikethrough]]?[[/strikethrough]] ^[[by]] both the German and ^[[the]] British Independent Forces, [[strikethrough]] an [[/strikethrough]] visits to the English bombing squadron, another meeting with the "three black Huns".

The last named have fooled us a great deal since we've been working this sector. They've showed up on four occasions since Putnam first took a bullet into a strut from one of their guns. They seem to work down the St. Nuhiel salient from Verdun. Putnam and I on voluntary patrol met them again ^[[yesterday]] about 18 o'clock. They wouldn't fight. They appeared to be teasing us, or seemed like a batch of little girls who have to be coaxed to sing a song. Any song they'd sing would certainly command respect though 'cause