Journal Entry: July 19, 1915
St. Pol-sur-Mer

Well, my personal battle with paperwork rages on. Do you have any idea how many forms I have to fill out just to get a replacement propeller? I imagine not, and neither did I until I became the squadron supply officer. As King Henry said, "Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more." and so I will continue my battle against my implacable foe.

A bit of exciting news, after our enjoyable time with Lt. Molders, I tasked Corporal Tomlinson to create a suitable Grim Reaper for our bus. It turns out that Corp. Tomlinson is quite the artist and jumped at the opportunity to revive his artistic skills. Here are a few photographs of his work. I should say that we are quite pleased with his endeavours.

On a more serious note, I would say that our new bus is proving to be quite fortunate for us. During this morning's sortie we were patrolling over La Gorgue airfield and I noticed another Hun machine attempting to sneak through at a very low altitude. I'm sure I wouldn't have seen him if it hadn't been for the archie that was furiously objecting to his presence. I dove and Thayer fired and fired and then fired some more until the Hun was seen crash landing just north of Loos. When we landed I asked Thayer what had happened, his only response was, "Somedays I'm on and somedays I'm not." That, my dear readers is the essence of dear old Thayer.

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