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Monday 22 July 1917 [1918]
Hilda's birthday! What a sad day for us all & I doubt not for her too. Poor little girl I would rather she were lying peacefully with Kath by the ocean at Little Bay than living as things are.
Interesting talk with Lt. Taylor, R.F.C. "flying man". Describes the fall. Going out 4.30 a.m. or thereabouts & up about 160 ft. got into thick fog, tried to stall the machine, fly straight up & get through it, instead machine must have turned sideways & begun to nose dive, not able to see an inch ahead & not knowing they were descending, first thing that happened the wings would strike the earth breaking the fall (for the one boy at least) perhaps the other was killed outright – this one Lt. Taylor W.C. broken arm etc. The O.C. insists on so many hrs. flying per day & too hot midday & now with the Nile rising, usually a fog 6 a.m.

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