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Show GERMAN TELLS OF VISIT TOLONDON Describes Their Flight Over City and Hellish, But Beautiful Beau-tiful Scene. BOMBS DO THEIR WORK Delights in Noting Destruction of Life and Property of Hated Enemy. AMSTERDAM, Feb. 25. (By mall.) Lieutenant Gruner of the German aerial service lias -written an account of n "visit" which he claims to have mado recently to London. His story, which is printed in tho Berlin newspapers, news-papers, follows: "Tho English coast must come Into sight soon. Sure- enough, there it is in sharp outline. Soon wo shall be near enough to realize where wo are. Wo slowly, quito slowly, approach It-All It-All is peace and quiet. Now the coast perpendicularly benearth us. Wo aro nearing the goal of our heart's desire. Tho English aro awaiting for us but wo are not disturbed. On we go. Now and then a searchlight picks us up. Now and then a shot flares out at us. But notwithstanding these little hindrances hind-rances we press on toward our goal. Thero it is, London! A brilliant wreath of searchlights sets off tho prlzo from afar. Consulto Map and Comipass. "I consult my map and compass and tho order Is given: 'Cross London north to south and then veer to eastward. east-ward. Beneath us wo can seo and hear that our prcsenco is detected. Lights burst forth and co out, the muzzle flashes of anti-aircraft guns. Searchlights stab tho sky first slowly, carefully, anxiously, then wildly. Sometimes Some-times they locate nothing but a drift cloud. Then suddenly they find us. Now tho ghostly white stab is directed straight at our ship and envolopes us. Hellish, But Beautiful Scene. "Shrapnel bursts fiercely all around ub. Shells tear at us like birds of prey with flaming eyes, Foro and aft, below, be-low, above, everywhero they scream and foad. It is hellish, but beautiful. And loud abovo tho crash of the shells wo hear the deep bass of our faithful bombs, dropping steadily on their appointed objectives, and always also the orchestral accompaniment of our whirring propellors. Wo aro doing things m London all right. Thero, on our starboard, is a mighty cave-in; thoro to port another. Midway between be-tween thein comes a series of explosions, explo-sions, probably a munitions factory. Wo aro certainly letting them havo it this time! "But things aro getting hot for us. Away from this Inhospitable neighborhood! neigh-borhood! A crashing west wind is at our back and amid protecting clouds we start homeward. At the coast another an-other still heavier but equally futile bombardment awaits us. Home coasts beckon and before we know it we are safe again on friendly soil." oo |
