Journal Entry: March 29, 1916
St. Pol-sur-Mer

I think if the Huns don't get me then the monotony of our daily lives will. Don't misunderstand, I still love flying, not war flying mind you, but soaring amongst the clouds on a fine spring day flying. Anyway, we arise in the morning and fly the same missions that we flew the day before and now the Huns have gone scarce. When we do see a Hun he almost always turns and flees. I assume it is because he knows that our machines are superior and it would be a losing proposition to stay and engage us. I fear this situation will not last forever. Roderic and I did have something interesting happen today while we were flying a DOP over Ghistelles. Normally, Archie would throw up a few desultory rounds in our direction when we would fly over one of their gasbags, but today he seemed quite intent on destroying us. As a matter of fact, we both had to dive and jink around to avoid being hit. I wonder if this is a sign of things to come or maybe Archie was just having a bad day.

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