A flying fighter; an American above the lines in France . HELMET WORN BY AUTHOR WHENWOUNDED IN THE BATTLE OFTHE SOMME, JULY 2, I916 INSIDE OUT, SHOWING WHEREPIECES WENT IN, AND BLOOD. FROM LEFT TO RIGHT: BULLET LODGED IN GASOLINE TANK AT THIRTY-SIX HUNDRED FEET. SHRAPNEL BALL WHICH WENT THROUGH CAR-BURETER AT TWENTY THOUSAND FEET. TAPPET ROD WHICH BURST ATSEVEN THOUSAND FEET. BULLET WHICH STRUCK AUTHOR IN SIDE THE BIG PUSH denly a door near me was shut with a did not hear that bang, of course, but I feltthe vibrations of it, which caused me to jump,and as I did this I saw of a sudden tw
A flying fighter; an American above the lines in France . HELMET WORN BY AUTHOR WHENWOUNDED IN THE BATTLE OFTHE SOMME, JULY 2, I916 INSIDE OUT, SHOWING WHEREPIECES WENT IN, AND BLOOD. FROM LEFT TO RIGHT: BULLET LODGED IN GASOLINE TANK AT THIRTY-SIX HUNDRED FEET. SHRAPNEL BALL WHICH WENT THROUGH CAR-BURETER AT TWENTY THOUSAND FEET. TAPPET ROD WHICH BURST ATSEVEN THOUSAND FEET. BULLET WHICH STRUCK AUTHOR IN SIDE THE BIG PUSH denly a door near me was shut with a did not hear that bang, of course, but I feltthe vibrations of it, which caused me to jump,and as I did this I saw of a sudden two rowsof beds on either side of the room. A nursewas coming towards me. The same instant my powers of speech re-turned. As I looked at the nurse the thought cameto me that possibly I was mistaken in allthis. I had groped about in the darkness solong that I was now doubting the very thingsI beheld. Are you wearing a white apron and ablue dress? I asked the nurse. Instead of answering my question, thewoman ran off, and I heard her call a doctor. Within thirty minutes I was once more onthe operating table. When the effect of the anesthetics left me,I was indeed grateful to discov
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