MFair, better steer clear of those Pups. They are just as dangerous as those Strutters. Let your wingmen soften them up a little before taking them on. Congrats on the promotion, BTW!
Seb, thanks for that clear distinction between your mount and Strähle’s. It will help with identification. I see the partying is still of legendary status. It must be that French booze. Congrats on the two Quirks. That last one looks like it really hit some quicksand. I hope the crew is alright. The D.II had another advantage over D.III beside the wing position. That lower wing was much more sturdy in a dive. Hopefully won’t have to find out for yourself.
Carrick, too bad about that rejected claim. Are you sure you brought him down? It’s not enough to just make him smoke.
On this fine day they were ordered to patrol enemy front lines between Nieuport and Verne. They didn’t even reach their first waypoint when Toby noticed two dots flying straight at them. The formation was too small for a Schwarm. They had to be friendlies returning from a mission or very unfortunate Hun two-seaters without escort. The dots made an abrupt about turn betraying them as enemy bombers. It was too late to run. Toby’s flight was already attacking. The flight split up and each two-seater was paired with two Tripes. Mulberry fired on the leader and watched one of his flight mates do the same. In the corner of his eye he saw the other bomber being harassed by the rest of the flight. Toby kept low, seeing as his mate continued to stick to the bomber’s tail. They were exchanging fire with each other, but the Tripe wasn’t making any progress. He just hung back while the two-seater was getting away further into enemy space. Toby had to step in. While the rear gunner was busy tracking his wing mate, Toby snuck in and took him out. The limp body of the gunner was lolling on the side of the fuselage with each movement of the plane. He knew he can now fire at the biplane with impunity. The top plane came off and the bomber went tumbling down with the entire bomb complement. The other team eliminated the second bomber and after running down the clock they all returned to Furnes. No video. Stupid Nvidia Experience decided to log me out and I didn’t notice the capture stopped running. Bah!
"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."
