Reading Albion's Journal

The first bombing plane went over at three this morning, to be followed at ten minute intervals by groups of six, flying in big Vs, until the sky was full of the damn things sputtering, diving, dipping, and letting their steel shit down on the countryside — Bamb — raining women and children, ha ha, into the next township.
We sat out on a hill watching the show. When it got dark we went back to our hotel. It was the only building left standing in the whole place. We drank some coffee and were on the point of going to bed when the door opened and Hitler walked in. He sat down on the bed and put his face in his hands.