"Seen anything?" he asks.
"Fourteen trains and some M.T.," I reply.
"And a few thousand clouds," adds the flight-commander.
By the time I have returned from the delivery of my report at G.H.Q., the wing office has sent orders that we are to receive a mild censure for carrying out a reconnaissance with only one machine. The Squadron Commander grins as he delivers the reproof, so that we do not feel altogether crushed.
"Don't do it again," he concludes.
As we have not the least desire to do it again, the order is likely to be obeyed.