NIGHT RAID.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 5, 1 June 1941, Page 3

NIGHT RAID.

He was not the neurotic type, this six foot lump of brawny masculinity,- but he shuddered slightly as he gazed at the instrument of death before him. He pondered a while ,on the ingenuity of man and his ability to devise such things as this to destroy, his enemies. Already, many of the enemy had been killed through the agency of his hands. Each night meant a fresh onslaught, and ■ to-night he hoped, with systematic manoeuvres, to send many more to their doom. It wasn’t a pleasant business, but it was a job that had to be done. With a shrug, he dismissed his thoughts,- and set about preparing for the night’s operations. Carefully he began to adjust the destroyer of life for its deadly mission. What if it should go off while he was handling it? Once again he shuddered. A few tense seconds passed, and his work was completed. Still, it was a . tricky job, setting' a mouse-trap that had an extra strong spring. ** * * Above all for N.Z. : R.N.A.