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581 tilled earth some 400 yds further. A wretched sight and a wretched feeling to pick up remnants of blackened bone and burned shoe or clothing. It was a very bumpy trip but a clear day with the country below looking like a French map withal. After landing back at Colombey-les-Bellies saw a hole in one of the hangars as I was taxying in. A Liberty cracked through the end of an empty Bessoneau and crumpled in a complicated mess in the middle of the covered space. How the pilot escaped unspeakable death thrusts is beyond me.