1 March 1915

And when everyone finally thought it was over, the winter returns, and flyers all over the region are looking for something to do to forget the boredom.

2 March 1915

The bad weather continues.

3 March 1915

No sign of letup in the weather.

4 March 1915

The weather is still bad. Hopefully this is winter's last gasp.

5 March 1915

Nothing has changed. The winter is winning the air war.

6 March 1915

The entire front is now blanketed in snow. Beautiful, but no flying.

Some people are born stupid. I've had to work hard my whole life to get this way. I'm proud of the job I've done