Enemy sending over 5.9” naval shells into La Targette. I go to see if my boys are alright as a shell pitched just outside their dugout. As I near the place a screaming shell bursts & the air is black with debris. The boys are alright.
In afternoon about 3:30 pm 5 enemy aeroplanes attack one of our machines (a Bristol) and succeed in forcing it to descend in our own lines at back of front line. Fritz strafes it with shells. Another of our machines takes its place & the enemy move off.