Sgt. Frank Furter (yes, I'm up to "f" now) is not sure what to make of his observer, lt. Rowley. When the Fokkers caught up, Rowley fixed his aim on one - literally. He would not change, even as Furter was nearly colliding with another Fokker who was on a flightmate's tail. Then he finally did, but we also caught some lead, in the fuel tank, and in Rowley. Furter glided down and landed nicely outside of Arras, somehow sensing that Rowley was only 71% of his normal self, but at the debriefing later, he was informed that Rowley was in fact mortally wounded. Well, imagine his surprise when Rowley was in his seat, ready to go the next morning. Note to self: got to get me some of those drugs......