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back into the "Hall" after dinner, and had a small crowd drink good champagne [[underline]] to me [[/underline]].
It seems that Lt. Gillson, our eager excitable little operations officer, who is overanxious to make good on his job, and for the squadron, went and sought the most advanced outpost north of Flirey, receiving the welcome affidavit of a sergeant and three privates, plus a lieutenant, that the enemy plane fell behind the woods occupied by the Germans - out of control.
Gillson, the little son of a gun went out into No-Man's-Land, had a sniper pot at him making him fall on his belly and tear an honest pair of knee straightjackets.  He can sprechen Deutsch and I suppose in his excitement he expected to grab the hand of the first Hun he saw and shout, "Guten Morgen.  Have you a crashed plane behind your wood?"
The score is now either 2 official 3 unofficial or 3 official 2 unofficial.
My log book tells the story.