Unfortunately Sgt Pilto was killed in the line of duty by a E.II that decided to bounce Savy. The Fokker chopped it's throttle in a desperate attempt to evade Pilto's guns and ended up sitting on his lap.

Fast forward a little and Caporal Pilto (under a new nom de guerre) Has rolled the dice and now flies for Esc LaF in Alsace. Apr 1916. I miss my Bristol Scout and flying over terrain that is nice and flat, being at 6000 ft and almost within range of the MG's at the front is disconcerting, the amount of trees and mountains is also disconcerting, especially when it is cloudy (which it usually is). Hopefully our hero can make it to the 50 hour mark this time.


Let's pretend I got the BWOC badge to embed here.

Wenn ihr sieg im deine Kampf selbst gegen, wirst stark wie Stahl sein.