Raine, why would Gaston ever move to such a desolate and cold place like Canada? There would have to be another Great War to make him change his mind. Seems like Collins is in the doldrums at the moment, except for an occasional Fokker falling out of the sky for him to chase. His discussions with the other pilots in the tent remind me of the Winged Victory discourses. As they say, ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die. Congrats on getting that Hun! Wulfe, isn’t she a beaut? Your new princess to whisk you away on adventures. Congrats on the new (brand spanking new!) bus. Hope it can take better care of Campbell than the last one. Also, I sure hope the Adjutant at Candas didn’t spill his coffee all over his uniform when you buzzed the tower. As to Adj. Boillot, Gaston hopes to whip the unit into shape and maybe some of his Élan will even rub off on them. Carrick, your pilot is quite the Rocket-man! Must be practicing for the upcoming patch.
6 April, 1916 06:55 morning mission Senard, Verdun Sector Escadrille N37 Sous Lietenent Gaston A. Voscadeaux 11 confirmed kills
It appears only the two Fokkers over the frontlines were credited with confirmed kills. So, it was one for Gaston and one for his wingman Adj. Adelus. The other two had to deal with the disappointment.
Today’s mission was assigned to ‘B’ flight to patrol over factories at Martincourt. The four pilots took off but only three completed the mission. Gaston had an engine failure right after take off. He landed promptly trailing a plume of grey smoke. The mechanics had to cool the engine down before they could take a look at it. In the meantime Gaston visited the mess hall to have his second breakfast.
6 April, 1916 14:05 afternoon mission Senard, Verdun Sector Escadrille N37 Sous Lietenent Gaston A. Voscadeaux 11 confirmed kills
With the engine repaired and examined by Gaston himself, the afternoon mission could proceed. It was a simple affair - provide air support for troop movements. Target was the enemy troop camp on the west bank of Meuse River, north of Verdun. Voscadeaux enjoyed the entire flight. Beautiful weather with light clouds, great visibility and the Flak that couldn’t quite reach them.
A perfect stroll in the park. As they were returning to Senard, a single dot appeared on the horizon, just above the frontlines. Gaston decided to investigate and found it to be a pleasant surprise. It was a Caudron on its way home. Voscadeaux felt nostalgic and wondered what his old gunner, Adjutant Ernest Becquerel was up to. These were boys from C13. He could see the unit emblem on the engine nacelles. He had certain affinity for the lumbering giants and decided to escort the beast all the way to the aerodrome and then return home. It took slightly longer, but this made Gaston’s flight even more enjoyable.
"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."