Our bombers raided the Bay area, and what a shellacking they gave the Nips! They came wave after wave and, like marionettes, they executed their work with precision and order. Against the snow-white clouds and the dazzling blue of the sky, our bombers looked like streaks of silver cavorting in the heavens. Enemy aircraft fired furiously, and we were saddened to see one of our bombers struck. A cry of horror went through my room as we saw the doomed bomber burst into flames. It zigzagged dizzily and dropped rapidly, until it disappeared from, our view.
By late afternoon, a mammoth blanket of smoke covered the entire city.
Another death today among the T.B.’s.