The Cordova daily times., 1918-09-23
BOMBING RA|D|S DESCRIBED BY
 JAP T. bEWSHER

| DE BTltlSi alIHlcH III hlBnl DOmDiUS of Bruges, n most important subma- rine base in Belgium. are graphically D. S. C., of the British Royal air force Bruges has been subjected to air attacks so often that 1t is now considered one of the best defended cities on the western front.
 ish light bombing machine proceeding ! to Bruges have usually no difficulty in finding their way. as haze of | light from the searchlights can be seen twenty or thirty miles off," the .. captain writes. AS they draw nearer | they see a maze of fifteen or sixteen | searchlights moving restlessly over the town, looking for some machine whose engine has been heard. Sud denly they see the red flash of q | bursting bomb and then another and another. At once chains of brilliant emerald -clored balls Of fire pour up wards in ceaseless lines. filling the sky with green bubbles of light The machine is not picked up. however. and gradually the lights and shell fire die away.
 Now they are drawing nearer. and l the observer Crawls through a little door into the nose of the machine eX- aminc5 his bomb-handlc, and adjusts l the bOmh.dropping sight As he kncels q heavily-mufned figure, in his little wooden cockpit. ten thousand feet l over nothing. he is so absorbed in watching the ground that his sur roundings seem to him perfectly nor. mol he is entirely at his ease
 "Bclow he sees the black line of tho canal which he is using d. a guide. He turns the pilot to the left with wave of his hand. and then again to the right. and stops him @ith an upliftcd arm.
 "Ahcad he can see the dark mass of the town. and to the left the long ! basins of the docks Far to the eff | lies the dark line of the Belgian coast and over Ostend and Ioobrugge move the sentinel searchlights. Bruges lies dark and dim. snatching a brief rest 1 tup,uItupuc piybt
 The observer waves his hand. and the roar of the engine dies away into silence. as the machine dives toward its target. He unstraps his bomb handle and leans far over the front, | looking down to the shining water of the dock. absorbed in following the course of the little metal bar of the | sight It touches the docks and crosses them. With a quick gesture he guides the pilot to the left. and | the bar sweeps around and crosses the section of the quay he wishes to attack
 He checks the pilot and holds his bomb lever in readiness. Hundreds guns, machine guns, searChlights and green ball machines, but he thinks of nothing save the passage of the metal bar across the black mass between the two shining strips of water.
 Suddenly his sight registers the range. He pushes the lever forward slowly. pulls 1t back again, and again pushes it forward, again and again. From behind there comes the click and chatter of fourteen dropping bombs
 He shouts to the pilot to turn. and one huge wing climbs toward the stars as the machine sweeps round and away from the welter of shells and searchlghts that the explosion of the bombs will bring.
 Gazing downward the observer sees at the edge of the quay red ! spurt of flame. which slowly dies away Two others follow, in the water where lie destroyers and sub, marines. and then more and more burst on the sheds in the middle. A white sheet of flame bursts from one shed, and fading slowly, leaves red glare An ammunition store has been blown up. The other bombs burst across the wharves and crowded ba. sins, leaving huge clouds of white smoke where they have wrought de- struction.