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Just as we reached our billets a rattle of artillery brake out & on looking up in the air we spotted a Gotha almost over our heads & very low.
shells were bursting all round him & machine guns were firing from all directions but he seemed to bear a charmed life, the "tracer bullets" seem to be going right into him & I was expecting to see him come a gutser any minute but no such luck, for he wheeled round & came up the street towards the billets when he thought he was over them he tips his load of bombs out, & the next few seconds were full of excitement I ducked behind a tree quick & lively & bits of stuff flew all around & the report was terrific seemed to shake the universe, luckily his aim was bad & the bombs fell wide of the mark but even so a dozen or