Rarely in our wanderings did we find a German soldier of whatsoever rank who referred to his superior officer by name.

He merely said "My captain" or "Our colonel." And this was of a piece with the plan--not entirely confined to the Germans--of making a secret of losses of commanders and movements of commands.
We went thence then, the distance being perhaps three miles by road and not above eight minutes by automobile at the rate we traveled to an aviation camp at the back side of the town.

Here was very much to see, including many aeroplanes of sorts domiciled under canvas hangars and a cheerful, chatty, hospitable group of the most famous aviators in the German army--lean, keen young men all of them--and a sample specimen of the radish-shaped bomb which these gentlemen carry aloft with the intent of dropping it upon their enemies when occasion shall offer.

Each of us in turn solemnly hefted the bomb to feel its weight.

I should guess it weighed thirty pounds--say, ten pounds for the case and twenty pounds for its load of fearsome ingredients.