Norwich bulletin., 1918-04-25
STORIES OF THE WAR
A WAR STORY.
By An Aerial Photographer.

was asleep, comfortably asleep, having learnt overnight that work for me did not begin until the afternoon, when I was reused by hand on my shoulder. Through half closed lids I was aware. of my batman.
 You confounded cuckoo l mur- mured, go away. you've made a mis- take,' and would have slumbered again, but the fellow was insistent.
 "The GO. wants you on the aero drome, sir at once"
 Grumblingly, I got up. Of course there was a mistake somewhere. Or ders had been clear enough, unless some wretehed observer was sick and I had to take his place, which hap pened to be the case.
 On the aerodrome I saw the co. and with him Captain Harris. my pilot, no one else. I got closer and saw that the co. held a photographic map, a small enough thing in itself, but brim- ful of meaning to me. Silently 1 re- ceived a copy and listened to instruct ions.
 Harris turned to me with smile. We are in for it again, old bean. We have to go umpteen miles over the lines and photograph all this" a sweep of his hand across the map i'm dicated it. We are escorted by six scouts, whom we shall pick up at K, and then I shall cross the lines here"
 instructions Before Starting.
 And then followed minute instruct ions. These are very necessary on a job like this. because you are sent out with instructions to photograph a certain area. The pilot must fly over that ground, and the observer has to judge r'l'An he has reached that To- cality and Aegin working the camera Five minutes later, we were on our way, getting our height as we ap- preached the lines. We signalled tc circling above us picking up formation Higher and higher we went till at lost | Harris turned our bus towards the | lines Behind us and above followed l the scouts, gleaming like silver in the ] sunlight
 As far as I could see, as I gaze6 somewhat anxiously ahead. there was no other machine in the sky, but this 1 is small comfort to an experienced l flyer who knows that Fritz is fond o1 lurking high up in the sun, where he is nearly invisible, and dropping like { 1 thunderbolt if he scents easy prey. i I took the telephone. Harris
 said, q am going to start taking now l "Right-o," came the reply. I tucked in the cockpit. Suddenl. "Whouf, whouf whouf," and then { sharp crack. and the bus rocked bi | and dropped a hundred feet or SC 1 Archie was at work, but one gets s'
 used to his little games that one heed him not at all.
 Between the manipulation of tn
 camera l glanced out and saw ou faithful escort still on our tail. whil
 below us were towns that we were no
 in the habit of flying over, and aheat
 were others which had only seen be fore as blotches on the horizon. I ducked into the cockpit again, an the roar of our engine and Archie
 "whouf' were the only sounds, when
 small voice spoke in my ear. Huns,
 it said and nothing else.
 Now, I knew that we were to leav
 the fighting to the scouts unless it be
 came essential to join in, but
 scrambled out to have look. Ther
 they were, F I judged, five or si
 hundred yards away, and bearin
 down towards us. I glanced behind
 There was our faithful escort in per
 feet formation.