A mighty cheer went up from the seven hills around Lough Foyle. Londonderry's tidy harbor, as General Italo Balbo's seaplane armada circled the city with a fearful roar of 48 wide-open motors. They paraded the sky in platoons of six"black-hulled, red, green, white"each platoon being formed by two tight triads. Soon all were moored, and General Balbo and his officers went ashore in motorboats to tread rose petals, cast by Italian children on their way to Londonderry's Guildhall. The 24 seaplanes rode at moorings, drinking gasoline by the hundred-gallon in preparation for the...
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