Carrick, the only way flying in circles when defending against an attacking plane works is if you can keep turning inside of them. If you don't have that advantage it is best to get out of Dodge ASAP.
Fullofit, I wouldn't be too hard on the lads for not making it up to St. Omer to call on Swany, there is a war on after all. And what with Jim busy pilfering items for his hut and Mark whispering to horses, it appears they had their hands full.
2nd Lt. Swanson is back in the thick of it with an attack this morning on the railyard at the north end of Lens. His new G/O is a Captain Daniel Craig, a King's Regiment man who transferred to the RFC back in the summer of 1915. He's a bit stodgy, but seems a decent fellow, though Swany has no idea what kind of a shot he is, and no opportunity arose on today's outing to find out. There was a pair of Aviatiks that passed over, but they were too far away to bother wasting ammo on them. The weather was horrible for flying, what with the wind and sleet, but the Brass Hats wanted the job done so off they went. Swany managed to find and hit the target, with one of his bombs igniting what appeared to be a pile of munitions which exploded with a tremendous flash, sending flaming debris everywhere and catching two of the smaller warehouses on fire. After admiring his handiwork briefly the young airmen turned his bus west and fought the wind all the way back to camp. Total time in the air, 2 hours and 16 minutes. By the time Swany was back on the ground his side was aching and he felt frozen through. It took several cups of piping hot tea and a half hour in the mess to get the feeling back in his extremities. Still, it felt good to back in the fight.