Sergeant Arthur Much. RFC5. Abeele. 21st January 1916
Up early, what ho! Topping breakfast then off on a reccy patrol near Ypres. Bally well lost in the dark and lost our flight but pushed on regardless. Jolly fine skies. Dashed pretty! Had to buck up my ideas and take a good look around to see what Bosch was up to. Saw thousands of troops marching through Polygon Wood. toward the lines, and and a good number of supply trucks, too. Must be readying for a big push!
No sooner had I spotted our chaps arriving late to the party than I hear that infernal mosquito sound. Unmistakable, one of those infernal monoplanes of theirs. Spiller starts popping off his gun and I throw the old bird into a steep dive. Blasted Bosch puts a fair number of holes in our tail plane, but we get away with it. Landed on railway track well on our side of the lines. Waved goodbye to the Bosch blighter and flagged a lift home. Jolly adventures, what!?
I'm "Stutter Free" At Last! God bless WOFF, and all who fly with her!