β Scribed by Marchmont, Arthur W
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HOW I LOST MY MEMORY
It was a glorious scrap, and Dick Gunter and I had the best of it right up to the last moment.
We were about 6,000 feet up and a mile or so inside the German lines when their two machines came out to drive us away.
"We'll take 'em on, Jack," shouted Dick, chortling like the rare old sport he was, and we began our usual manΕuvre for position. Our dodge was to let them believe we were novices at the game, and I messed about with the old bus as if we were undecided and in a deuce of a funk.
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