Originally Posted by RAF_Louvert
Fullofit, quiet is not a bad thing, in particular when you look at how busy Gaston has been overall. Did he ever find out what became of his wingman Japy?

Lou, quiet may be nice, but it will lull you into a false sense of security and when a dastardly Hun sneaks up on you, you will be unprepared. As to Japy, it is a mystery. Some speculate that he had crashed into the thick forest and his remains will be discovered sometime in the 1980’s and identified with the help of DNA samples. I don’t know what that means.
Hasse, good to hear Julius has been resurrected. You have a lot of catching up!


9 June, 1916 06:05 morning mission
Senard, Verdun Sector
Escadrille N37
Capitaine Gaston A. Voscadeaux
39 confirmed kills

The morning patrol of enemy front lines took the ‘B’ flight over cloudy with occasional showers target, NE of Verdun. They did not encounter any enemy there but came upon a pair of Fokkers on their way back just north of Verdun. Gaston went after the leader, while Sainze and Dagonet followed his wingman. Circuit after circuit, they went round and round and finally Gaston got his chance, when his enemy was under the impression he could simply extend and disappear from view into the clouds. Voscadeaux was on his tail momentarily and firing before the German could reach safety of the thick clouds. The Hun was in trouble. No engine power and forest in all directions below, with bursts of anti-aircraft fire harassing his descent. The unfortunate Boche crashed into the trees and Gaston was certain the arty boys will claim his kill. Sainze was fortunate to get the other Boche. Their return flight home kept them in high spirits. It appears Gaston’s new wingman is able to handle himself.



9 June, 1916 14:05 afternoon mission
Senard, Verdun Sector
Escadrille N37
Capitaine Gaston A. Voscadeaux
39 confirmed kills
Awaiting 1 claim confirmation

The afternoon orders were to escort the ‘A’ flight on a bombing run to Spincourt aerodrome. The mission was an exercise in navigating through thick clouds. Not much could be seen, no enemies, no friendlies. As he hurled his machine through the thickest of clouds, Gaston wondered if Heaven would be like this when he dies?


"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys,
The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain,
From out of my arse take the camshaft,
And assemble the engine again."