Monday, September 10, 1917:
Fine day. Stomach a bit off so I loafed all day worse than ever. Got a nice letter from Dorothy. Gee, but she has been good with her letters. Written about twice as many as I have and not once has she complained. Of course I have written as often as I could, but I know how down-hearted she must feel at times--bless her soul.
Heine and I were beating Don and Tut this P.M. when a French plane dropped in the field about ¼ of a mile from here. There is an aëroplane headquarters a little way from here and this mécanicien [mechanic] and an observer were testing out a new machine. The pilot saw his girl walking down the road and as he waved at her he turned his plane sharply to the right and then dove. He wasn’t far enough up to get away with it and 
when he tried to right his machine about 20 feet off the ground the wings collapsed and the machine landed in a heap of flame. We heard the noise as the machine crashed and some of the boys outside saw the whole thing. Of course we all dashed over, but it was too late to get the men out. Both were killed instantly so 
did not burn to death. The fire was put out and the charred bodies were carried away on stretchers. A horrible death!
when he tried to right his machine about 20 feet off the ground the wings collapsed and the machine landed in a heap of flame. We heard the noise as the machine crashed and some of the boys outside saw the whole thing. Of course we all dashed over, but it was too late to get the men out. Both were killed instantly so 
did not burn to death. The fire was put out and the charred bodies were carried away on stretchers. A horrible death!
Heine and I won our game before dinner.
Went to be early after having started a letter to Dorothy.
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