I had a job in the morning yesterday. A slight bombardment was on, and the C.O. sent me up to stop it. It was a beastly day--rain stings at seventy miles an hour--and it was cloudy and misty. We stayed a couple of hours, got a few Archies and came home. The afternoon cleared up, and my Flight Commander suggested I should go up and practise with a camera and some old plates. So up I went, and, with the camera tied on very securely in case I “accidentally” turned upside down, beetled off to a spot behind the lines where I played a delightful game of “make-believe.” Fixing on an innocent little farmhouse as my objective, I dodged imaginary Archies on my way to it, and, regardless of the laws of aerial navigation, put my machine in such postures that the farmhouse was sighted by the camera. I tried a dozen or so shots at it, and then, as I had reached a height of 6,000 feet, I thought I would try to do my first loop. I shoved the nose down 70--80--90--100 miles per hour. The pitot tube did not register any higher; the liquid went out at the top. Then, when at a speed of approximately a hundred and twenty miles an hour, I pulled the “joy-stick” back into my tummy, and up went the nose--up--up--and there I was, upside down, gazing at the sky. Gee, how slowly she seems to be going! Ah!! she’s over at last. The white blank overhead changes to a black mass of earth rising up at me, and the nose dive part is over too, and a final sweep brings me level. I glanced at the altimeter. I had lost 400 feet. Cheer-o! Now I’ll write home and tell them. No, I _must_ do another. If I did only one they would think I had funked it after the first shot. Down goes the nose, then up--up--and slower--slower. By Jove, she’s going to stick at the top of the loop this time. Too slow; centrifugal force is not great enough. My feet seem to lose their contact with the floor. I grip the “joy-stick” fiercely with both hands. Ah! She’s over. Now the rush down, and then level once more. Now I’ll get off to the aerodrome and show them how to do it. [Illustration] I did a couple more quite close to the aerodrome--beauties; and then came down in a steep spiral. They were all at a height of 6,000 feet, and I only lost 400 feet each time. Four good loops at the first time of attempting a loop isn’t bad considering I had never even looped as a passenger. Strangely enough, I wasn’t half so excited as I expected to be, and once accomplished, the feat seemed easy and not out of the ordinary. But to set your minds at rest I do not intend to go in for stunting. I am quite bucked, though, at having done it, and it was a curious sensation, to say the least. I have been heartily congratulated: they were “d--d good loops!” * * * * *