Fullofit, your man’s trip to eat in Chalons had me drooling – right up until poor James graced us with a pavement pizza.
Raine, sorry to have spoiled your drooling session. You can return the favour with Wilson mother's haggis. So, where are all those Fokkers coming from? Looks like Collins has his hands full being chased all over the sky and the escorts aren't much help. Also, thank you for translating Wilson's gibberish to English. But you know, he is on to something with those teddy banks. They would make very safe wallets. That is an interesting screenie with that magic bullet curving right into that Oberursel. Carrick, stop bothering the nurses. They need peace and quiet to make themselves pretty.
The 40th kill continues to elude Gaston. Both claims have been denied. This morning no other pilots were available. Voscadeaux was sent on a lone wolf patrol behind enemy lines over Thiaucourt aerodrome. With the thick clouds Gaston didn’t expect to find any targets, but as the luck would have it he noticed anti-aerienne exploding nearby. He knew someone else was around and following the explosions he found a pair of Aviatiks circling above. He stalked them from below and when the opportunity arose he attacked the trailing machine. He then quickly dove back below and circled around yet again for another go. He saw his target struggling to stay in formation. It was what Gaston was waiting for. With the two machines separated, it was much easier to take his victim apart. He continued to harass the limping Boche until the damage was too great and the lumbering two-seater went down shedding its wings. It was a difficult kill. No video, forgot to load film into the camera.
Gaston, with Dagonet in tow, were escorting the ‘A’ flight on recon to front lines north of Verdun when they were jumped by 3 maybe 4 Fokkers. There was always an Eindekker circling above them ready to attack, like a shark circling its prey. Dagonet was able to take one out while Gaston kept on the tail of another. The shark above turned out to be a minnow and left in a great hurry. Gaston's Pig was at the verge of stalling at all times during the fight and only by miracle was he able to shoot down his target. The Boche spiraled down into the No Man's Land trailing thick smoke. The two French pilots landed at Verdun aerodrome and put in a claim each.
"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."