Epower, that is one big fat number! Glad to see Mac ride took your words to heart.

AT, oh yes, it is dangerous every time we take to the air,

Feldwebel Ludwig Kemp
April 17, 1918

The squadron was to take a balloon east of Ypres. Kemp was growing tired of the rainy weather. It made flying miserable. As they approached the lines, Hess, in his silver Phalz leading the way, pulled up and to the left across Kemp. Kemp knew this meant one thing and he instantly responded. He scanned around just in time to see 2 Nieuport scouts diving down. He turned and fired just as tracers passed by his head! Dodging and looking he made out another. Again tracers wizzed by his machine. Twisting and turning he found himself in thick cloud. Emerging he saw 3 Camels coming at him. He fired and climbed. Looking back he saw one on Beckman’s tail and dove to the rescue. The Camel was firing at Beckman when Kemp let loose his own barrage which sent the Camel diving for home. Kemp dare not follow as he was not sure which lines he was over. Seeing nothing again he climbed east.

Cruise over NML he constantly scanned for machines and finally saw 2 specks ahead. They were obviously in a duel. They were much lower than he so he dove. It was one of his Jasta and a Camel. He came in behind it tasting victory. As he fired, seeing his bullets strike home, he was jolted by a hammer blow to his body. There was no pain but he could feel something was terribly wrong! Then he felt the warm liquid from his chest inside his coat. He dove to the ground. Levelling out he felt himself grow faint and sat the machine down just east of the trenches. How he did not hit a shell hole, tree stump or other hazards he did not know as the blackness had consumed him before the machine stopped.

Ok gents, no cliffhangers. Kemp is alive and being carted to a field hospital.