The third had missed, only by a
little, the room in which the two dead German aeroplanists were lying,
had plunged into the Stobarts' storeroom, and had burst in the last case
of marmalade which they possessed. It was an awful mess. Had it fallen
three yards to the left it would have killed the chief cook, who was
just on the other side of the wall.
I went back to the arsenal. None of the bombs had struck any important
part, almost all had fallen in open places, though one had burst on the
roof of the woodshed, only a few yards from the petrol store. Two cans
of petrol had been punctured by bits of shell, and Austrian prisoners
were hurriedly pumping them out. Almost half the work of the arsenal was
done by Austrian prisoners. Another bomb had fallen in the horseshoe
store, and inside horseshoes were everywhere, some even sticking in the
beams like great staples. I had no idea before that the bombs had such
force. Sava said he had been standing in a doorway and a bomb had
exploded quite close, a piece had whizzed by his nose and had torn down
the name board over his head.
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