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Page 87 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1

Moir, Ethel, 1916, Document
Page 87 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
Page 87 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
Page 87 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
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Page 87 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
& in the closely packed hay the shell, no doubt, expended itself. We picked up pieces of it quite hot. They'll get us next time! Every window & every breakable thing in the cottage near was shattered by the impact of the explosion & alas! the flying fragments killed men, women & children, animals & birds. The first sound of bombs is unexpected & certainly a little startling! Some people describe the noise as being a scream, others a yell, but neither of these words describe it - it is not "whizzing" or "whistling", it is a curious sound of rending, increasing in violence as the missile descends towards one & giving one plenty of time to wonder, whether it intends to hit one or not! This has it's [its] useful side if one is inclined to fall flat on one's face - as one ought!
Unfortunately these devilish areoplanes [aeroplanes] honour us day after day unmolested, as as far as we can see, there are no anti-aircraft guns in this vicinity.
The weather is just perfect, if anything, too hot during the day, but quite frosty at nights & in the mornings. The sunsets are too gorgeous for words, every night the same, blood red, orange & yellow, seeming to set the whole of the western sky on fire. And just as the sun is disappearing,
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20.4 x 16.0 cm
Edinburgh and Scottish Collection