Item 04: G. O. Hawkins letters to his family, 2 January 1915-November 1917 - Page 245
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"Crack- Cra-a-ack-ping"
"Crack, Crack, Cra-a-ack-ping"
"Crack-ping Cra-a-a-ack"
"Ping"
The creature guns I have written of and the twelve inch monster are shredding the air to ribbands all the time; and the flight of their shells is like the rushing of overhead waters, without any intermission; when suddenly these new additions to the clamour assault the war with a splitting clearness.
We all know in a moment what is doing.
The anti-air-craft guns are busy.
Everyone looks skyward
"Where are they" this is a question someone asks in a general sort of way alluding to the enemy aeroplanes which must be somewhere near.
"There, see, two of Fritz's taubes"
"Where?"_ I can see the last shot anywhere near that?"
"No" says Jim "Not there, but see away up higher to the right"
"Ah yes, there one of them"