Rick Rawlings
No 24 Squadron
Nov 10, 1916
Bertangles West

I went up on a solo flight today, hitting the front to see what I could find. I ended up following a couple of Quirks as they did their recon and was heading back to the front when I saw some craft below me. As I went down, I saw they were Rolands! Diving on them, I split them up and followed one close by, determined not to make the mistake of the other day. It was going to be him or me! (Or...both, I suppose. I probably could have thought that part out better...) I closed and fired until part of his wing came off and he crashed right near our trenches. Landing on the remains of a nearby road, I went over and cut off a section of the fabric to prove my claim. There were no survivors...



The older I get, the more I realize I don't need to be Han, Luke or Leia. I'm just happy to be rebel scum...