Coming back from a Balloon bust in late March, 1917, Rother Nought spied a flight of 3 un-escorted German recon craft returning from doing their dirty business. Not allowing this to stand, he moved in and signaled the attack:

*I changed my mind from attacking the right-most craft, as it looked like everyone else was going for him, so please excuse my lame first shots as I settled onto my new target!


The older I get, the more I realize I don't need to be Han, Luke or Leia. I'm just happy to be rebel scum...