Bisbee daily review., 1918-05-05

WITH HE BhlllSh ARM IN FRANCE, March 20.-(Correspon- ,t zee of the Associated Press) )-'In
 ~,rly part of the night, before the
 et in our night-flying squadrons --- d five tons of bombs on two I---.Ie aerOdromes, Official Com nunique.
 most pTOsaic statement and one from which the average reader would tail to get much thrill. Our pight- flying squadTOns dropped five tons Of bombs" A mere commonplace; an incident in the daily routine. So far as color goes it might have read: "Our motor transport brought mp five tons of biscuits"
 And yet, behind that brief announce ment, shorn of all heroics, and behind every similar announcement, lies, d Wealth of supreme daring of dangers, seen and unseen, of hair-breath es capes and nerve-racking episodes
 The correspondent of The Associ- ated Press witnessed the start and the return of the airmen who dropped five tons of bombs," and the story of this very ordinary night may serve to give the reader some idea of the daily life of the airmen who, as it were, continually battles on the edge of a precipice while the many hands of war reach out to drag him down.
 Arrived at Evening
 We arrived at a great British aero drome just as the evening shades were falling and the mechanics were mak- ing their final inspection of the huge bombarding machines which shortly were to wheel their way across the fighting lines with their freight of eX- piosives. Some day-flyers were re- turning from their trips, wineins their way straight and true towards the aeTodrome from all directions like mighty homing pigeons. A few pilots were circling in picturesque curves above the grounds, occasionally swoOp- ing down in lightning charges towar1 stationary targets while their machine guns spat Q steady stream of iivid fire to the accompaniment Of that wicked staccato chatter which spells one of the greatest terTOrs of the front.
 The night-flyers were to go out as scon as darkness had settled, and we found them all in the mess hall over 
 were to engage in the raid in hand, which meant that twenty-fOur of these clean-cut boys would soon be risking their lives over the inhospitable zone where the Germans watch and wait for the appearance of enemy aircraft.
 We joined them at mess and list ened to their conversation. It gave one sensation of witnessing a drama which could have no basis in fact, to look into their youthful faces with the realization that within a short space they might all be called upon to pay the great price in defense of king and country.
 Avoid Raid Tack
 They were not discussing the raid. Tn fact. they seemed to be avoiding it. Their talk was largely made up of in- consequential chaff, and it seemed at moments that there was just q sus- picion O. "nevers" in their oUtbursts of laughter. From time to time some one of them would fall into silence and thOughtfulness, only to be re- called from his reverie by the quip Of a comrade. They watched one an other like brothers and we wondered if there were not some method in this badinage of jests, but we asked no questions.
 A table just back of the correspon- dent was filled with a jolly party. A newcomer came in and took his seat, a big broadshouldered chap with clear eyes and engaging smile. He was the pilot of one of the raiding machines. He was bounced upon i'm mediately.
 Your family is very wealthy, we hear. Yank."
 Wealthy; I should say it was" boomed a great voice. T don't work because I have to. I'm doing this because I like it."
 The speaker was Boston boy who had been flying with the British since 1916. A few minutes later he crossed and touched the correspondent on the shoulder
 Come over to our table and we will fill you up on local color and cham pagne." he invited. There was local color, and cham pagne, too. for somebody had just re- cciyed a promotion and was cele5rat-