Gaston lead Adj. Boillot in the ‘B’ flight on escort duty of the ‘A’ flight Nieuport 12 to perform a bit of arty spotting over enemy front sector north of Verdun. It was Adjutant Boillot again who spotted the enemy first. Two Aviatiks were lazily crossing the front to do some damage of their own. Voscadeaux and his flight mate would not allow it and proceeded in the direction of the Boches. They've reached them just as the Huns were releasing their bombs, or they’ve released their bombs because the French planes have reached them. Voscadeaux started to attack the trailing one and used all of his ammo, but didn't do enough damage to bring it down. Adj. Boillot had to finish the job as Gaston watched from a safe distance as the light blue machine nosedived pulling behind a gray plume of smoke. Boillot also used up all of his ammunition while chasing and attacking the other Aviatik. At least everyone came back home without any wounds from the Boche gunners.
The entire front was bustling with activity. The explosions going off every second with the accuracy of a Swiss watch. They skimmed the bottom of the cloud layer all the way to their target, the enemy camp north of Verdun. This was an effective way of seeing nothing above you, but gave you an eagle's eye view of what was happening below. And what was happening below was of particular interest to Gaston and Medeville. A trio of machines with black crosses were patrolling the front at a significant distance and much lower. Voscadeaux gave the signal and the attack commenced. The two French sesquiplanes lunged at the foe below trading height for speed. The enemy, as if anticipating the attack, darted between the clouds to obscure their presence. One of those clouds proved to be very effective. The French team lost sight of their intended target and begun to circle in search. It was no use, the Fokkers have disappeared. Gaston was angry with himself for letting them slip away when he noticed some movement east of their position. Far in the distance he could see a shape of an aircraft. Was it one of the Fokkers? They turned to face it. Voscadeaux checked on his wingman. He was just fine, obediently following behind and just further back another machine was following as well. It was a trap and Gaston fell for it! Medeville hasn't seen the Hun on his tail yet. Gaston quickly changed direction to face the hunter. They were now prop to prop, each firing at the other one as if jousting. Voscadeaux skillfully placed Violette at the rear of his opponent's craft and nearly expended all of his ammunition before the Boche fell to his death. No sooner this occurred when the original Fokker came into view above Gaston's Nieuport. It surprised even Gaston to see the new enemy to start spinning out of control after being hit with a handful of bullets. He crashed close to the other crater. The French ace gave signal to regroup and after S. Ltn. Medeville formed up, both proceeded back to Senard for a well deserved meal and a hearty drink
"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."