Boy, switching up between the SE5a and the Sopwith Pup requires some mental overhauling...at least that's the story I am sticking with! So I am a little off my game in the first part of the fight...

Anyway, back with Rother Nought flying with the 3rd Royal Naval Squadron, don't you know. We were sent up on a line patrol to the Wilderness between Monchy and Cambrai, looking at tall Cumulus stacks at 9000 feet, our patrol height. We had only turned into our northwesterly patrol pattern for a few minutes when we were attacked by Albatros scouts diving from about 800 feet above us. Turning to meet them, I was able to identify them as the older DII model, not the newer DIII. Still, these were plenty dangerous:

When we got back to the aerodrome, I claimed the first one Driven Down, the second: Destroyed. Both were confirmed the next day.