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rifty and floated at about 7000 feet. I was on the leaders' right with Lieut. Fizkeo trailing my left rear. Suddenly as always, the machine in front made its wings tremble and started in a bee line for two tiny specks in the distant sun-haze. I was ware as I approached for I recognized two Hun chasse machines that were of the previous [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] trio we had met before. So on the way to them I searched the heavens, in vain as it appeared, for the third high man. This fellow showed up later after we were on our way back home so he must have played possum too high.
As we [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] neared the E.A's (enemy aircraft) they dived sharply in a left turn. Putnam went straight on till he was over the