Lederhosen, great report. Looking forward to more successes from Willy and watch out for Gaston. He's the one with the medal. Carrick, Beware of zee Boche dans zee Soleil. Hmm, why doesn't that sound right?
His chest was bursting with pride. La Croix de Guerre avec Palme en bronze was dangling above his left pocket flap. The ceremony this morning was short but festive nonetheless. The Escadrille’s Commandant, Capitaine Louis Joseph Marie Quillien shook Gaston’s hand, being extremely pleased that one of his pilots could be potentially a rising star. The celebration had to be quick as they were due for the escort duty over the front. The ‘A’ Flight was ordered to recon the enemy troop camp north of Verdun city across the front. It was Ltn. Dagonet’s show. The man was a stickler for procedures and followed orders to the tee. If the orders were to fly to the enemy camp and return, then that’s what he would do regardless of where the ‘A’ Flight was. As it happened, the 'A' Flight was delayed and only Cpl. Papinet arrived over the target. He would be making his rounds alone if it were not for Gaston, who remained behind to give the lone N12 some cover. The two machines completed the reconnaissance mission among bursts of Flak and returned back to base, where a puzzled Ltn. Dagonet demanded to know what exactly was the reason that compelled Gaston to linger over the target. Gaston looked over at the Nieuport 12 and Caporal Papinet helping his observer with the photographic plates exposed over the troop camp and responded: “- Devotion to duty, Sir!”
"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys, The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain, From out of my arse take the camshaft, And assemble the engine again."