Feature Letter of July 16th, 2019
Gilroy, Wilbert H.
This has been a glorious day. Bright and clear all day. I was in the air at 4.45 a.m. today, and have put in a few good hours. At six o'clock tonight when I thought I had finished for the day, I had to go up and do photography. It is, I suppose, the one job in the squadron most dreaded. We get up a fairly good height (8000 to 10000 feet) and then slide over and take our photographs. The Archie (enemy artillery for aircraft) are fairly accurate at that height, more so than at lesser heights. They were no exception tonight either. I thought they had me two or three times, but I managed to wiggle thru the 100 to 150 shells they sent up after me. The nearest shot was a bit of shell about twice size of a walnut, that went thru part of the lower plane, just touched my chin and went on up thru the top plane. Luckily I had nearly a day's growth of whiskers on, or it might have been more serious eh?
