Pommern (formerly New Britain) is just east of New Guinea.]

Other attempts at "frightful frightfulness" on the part of these
"baby-killers" were a couple of aeroplane raids--of which the base
was probably Ostend--carried out on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day
respectively--against Dover and Sheerness. It must be owned that they were
decidedly daring, yet in the nature of damp-squib affairs, as it turned
out. In the case of Dover, the bomb dropped was probably intended for the
Castle--a pretty conspicuous target, though all it did was to disturb the
soil of a cabbage-garden, and excite the pursuit of several of our own
air-craft, which lost their seaward-soaring quarry in the fog brooding
over the Channel; while in the case of the Sheerness invader, on Christmas
Day, which made its appearance just as the visitors at Southend over the
water were about to sit down to their turkey and plum-pudding--little
dreaming of the extra dish of enjoyment which was thus to be added to
their menu--it was at once tackled, as at Dover, by some of our own airmen
and pelted with shot, being hit three or four times; though this aerial
intruder also managed, in the mist, to show a clean pair of heels, or
wings, and make off eastward. These were the German replies to our
bomb-dropping raids on Düsseldorf and Friedrichs-hafen, and intended to be
a foretaste of what we may expect in the shape of German "frightfulness"
as prompted by the "insensate hatred" referred to by Mr. Churchill.

Daring enough in themselves, those German visitations seemed insignificant
by comparison with the raids which were being carried out almost
simultaneously on the other side of the sea by our own naval airmen. For
while the German aeroplanist was helping to dig a cabbage garden at Dover,
one of our Squadron-Commanders--R.B. Davies, R.N.--from a Maurice-Farman
biplane was much more profitably engaged in dropping a dozen bombs
on a Zeppelin shed at Brussels--causing "clouds of smoke" to arise