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I call to my pilot, Lieut. McCormick and told him that I wanted to go to Corps Headquarters, so we started back but the engine had been getting worse all the time and in a few minutes it stopped altogether and we had to land in a shell torn field. I caught an auto on the near by road that took us to Corps Headquarters and we reported to the Colonel and as I stood there in his office I heard him send my information over the telephone to the different people that needed it, and I knew that in a few minutes a battery would be at work on that machine gun nest. 

That evening when the last mission came in the line was beyond where the machine gun nest had been and I later found out that the machine gun nest did not get a chance to fire at our troops. 

That night I went to bed feeling that I had done my little bit to help along the days advance. 

Lieut. Tucker/an exciting experience he had while on one of the infantry contact patrols on October 22nd.

"Probably the most exciting time I ever had while on a mission over the boche lines, was on day when I was out on an infantry contact.

This all happened when we were driving them out of the Argonne, just south of Busancy; about 9:30 on the morning of Oct. 22nd, 1918.

I had gotten up to the lines without encountering any enemy planes and I had come down rather low in order to see our troops on the ground. I fired the six-star rocket from my pistol, this being the signal for the front line infantry to show the white pieces of cloth to show up where they were. I marked their location on the map and put the two star, the signal that "I understood" in my pistol and pulled the trigger--- it failed to go off. While holding it over the side of the plane waiting for it to explode I espied a boche machine gune [[gun?]] nest in ambuscade, waiting for our boys. I layed the pistol on the rack in my cockpit and reached for my wireless key. Before I could use it, the cartridge exploded, throwing two great balls of fire into the side of the fuselage and setting the plane afire.

I grabbed the speaking tube and told Lieut. Crede, my pilot, to dive; that we were afire --- smoke was pouring from my cockpit. He pointed her to the ground with motor going full.

Somehow, perhaps the terrific speed did it, but the highly inflammable fabric did not fully ignite, one of the balls of fire burned holes through the bottom and dropped out, the second lodged against a wire and wooden framework of the fuselage and burned itself out; it charred the wood badly and fused two of the retaining wires.

I was watching closely and as soon as I saw the fire was out I hastened to get back to that dramatic situation on the ground.

The boys in kaki were by this time advancing so that another few minutes would bring them in a position where they would be exposed to a terrific enfialde fire from the Boche concealed behind the bushes at the crest of the hill.

It was not a pretty sight to see them, one moment upright and strong, the next, just a crumpled heap; I saw them falling all too often and it was not hard to imagine what was about to happen if those hidden Boche were left unmolested. I could see both Boche and Americans, the brave doughboys could not know what was ahead of them. It was distinctly "up to me", to do something. 

As his whole life history is said to flash in clear distinctness across the mind of a drowning man, so I could see the wives, mothers, sweethearts and kiddies of the chaps below me, and their sorrow and suffering unless those Huns were thwarted.

Almost before the fire was out I again turned to my wireless key, called the artillery, gave them the code location of the nest, and sent "FIRE". then yelled into the speaking tube and told Lieut. Crede to dive, and we both straffed them. The bullets from Lieut. Crede's gun, the shells from the artillery and the bullets from my two Lewis guns arrived among them almost simultaneously. Such