We lost Conner today. I am stunned beyond words and I'm having a hard time comprehending the magnitude of our loss. Conner was my wingman and my friend. He and I worked together as a team for a long time. He knew what I wanted without my asking and also was there guarding my back. He had worked so hard and had actually raised his score from four when he started as my wingman to his final tally of ten. I think the hardest thing to bear in his passing is the utter senselessness of his death. Edward, Conner, and myself were attacking a pair of Aviatiks. Edward had already driven the other off and I had severely wounded the second and when Conner moved in to apply the coup de grace, he must have misjudged the distance and collided with the Hun. They both went down in flames; it was hopeless.
Member and provider of banjo music for the Illustrious BOC