5 January 1917 with 60 Squadron in a N16. After having my little bird vomit its oil on my windscreen the previous day (causing a forced landing just past NML) I was assigned a Balloon Busting mission. As the plane could not be recovered so close to the front I had hoped to get a N17 but no such luck, I didn't check my loadout prior to takeoff but I guess the armorer figured I needed rockets. Note to self: Figure out the command to fire said rockets before entering combat. Anyway on my second pass with my trusty Lewis the Hun sausage began to smoke before bursting into flames on my third.