After my DH2 career started well, it ended with me spread over the streets of Albert like a jar of ticklers jam dropped from 10000 feet dizzy I started another flying for 60 squadron in November 1916.

I'm doing pretty well in this Halberstad, burning like a rocket on Guy Fawkes night, can testify lawncareby20mm

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"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."