The Roland claim has been rejected since there was no one near to witness it, but the Eindecker is now Gaston's 42nd kill.
Finally, clear skies! The orders come to escort the ‘A’ flight on a bombing run of enemy camp north of Verdun. There was no enemy presence to protect the target. The ‘A’ flight attacked the troop camp unopposed. All machines returned safely home.
Good weather continues and ‘B’ flight was ordered to patrol the lines near Bechamps. Gaston was so engrossed in his navigation over the lines that he failed to notice both of his wingmen weren’t following him. He looked around and saw wings flashing in the sun. He should have known; Boillot always saw the enemy first. He was now chasing two Fokkers together with his newest wingman to keep him company. Gaston observed from above and dove when he saw a window of opportunity. His Pig stalled with every movement of the control column and Voscadeaux was getting fed up with it. He needed a reliable aeroplane. An aeroplane that would obey his commands. An aeroplane like his old Violette. He finally latched on to the tail of one of the Eindeckers and opened fire. He could see the Boche machine being hit, but it had no effect. It was like he was having a bad dream. Whatever he did, it was wrong. Gaston's frustration peaked when he emptied his Lewis and the Fokker kept on flying, albeit sans power. He was trailing vapour and losing height. Gaston watched him set his kite down in a field and could just imagine the Hun look up and thumb his nose at him. Gaston's disgust towards his plane reached a new high. When will this nightmare be over?
"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."