Well, I was more concerned about when they pulled the old banana-in-the-tailpi...er, the old deploy-a-cloud-right-in-front-of-me trick! But yeay, what is up with those Rolands? I keep going into my settings to make sure my "enemies always attack" box isn't checked. They have no problem jumping into suicidal situations without concern!
Rick Rawlings No 24 Squadron Dec 5, 1916 Bertangles West
Terrible Mission today! We were escorting a pair of Caudrons (strange bird, that one!) on a bombing mission over to Riencourt. After we had crossed the lines, the bombers headed directly for a cloudwall. I thought it foolish to try to follow and track them through there, so I led us up and around to meet them on the other side. At that point, sure enough, a trio of Albatros scouts swooped in and started to attack! We dove in but both bombers were already diving down, one smoking and out of control! As we attacked, I tried to keep an eye on everybody and ended up getting my left wing shredded for my efforts. I barely made it back with full right aileron deflection. Pull it together, Capt. Rawlings!
Rick Rawlings No 60 Squadron January 12, 1917 Savy
For the last two months, I had been telling everyone who would listen (and most who wouldn't) that we needed to get everyone Nieuports or Pups to regain our strength against the Germans. They must have got tired of me complaining, so they transferred me over to No. 60 Squadron. It was just in time, too. It's much easier to get a facefull of snow hunkered down in an N17 cockpit than with everything hanging out in a DH2 nacelle. I had to stop by the boys in 24 with "engine damage" to let them know that I wasn't abandoning them and we needed to keep up the fight to get the newer planes rolling.
Life with 60 has been good. A week ago, we went out in terrible weather to drop a German sausage. I got too close to the blast and spent the better part of a week recovering from light burns and shrapnel wounds. Then for some reason, they decided to wait until I was back to go get the replacement balloon! We never made it as we were attacked by Albatros scouts before we got to the lines. Lt. Caldwell clipped a tree following a hun too low and went down in a field. I landed with him to see that he had minor injuries and we waited for the ambulance to arrive. I expect we will have to go up and get the balloon again soon!
Rick Rawlings No 60 Squadron January 27, 1917 Filescamp
Did my job yesterday! Escorting Quirks over the front to observe artillery sites when a couple of Albatros scouts tried to interfere. Half my flight went after the first and drove him off and the other half (myself included) chased the other one off a couple of minutes later. No losses to the recon or our flight. Haven't heard how the pictures came out...
Rick Rawlings No 60 Squadron February 2, 1917 Filescamp
Line patrol today. Got above a pair of Rolands and gave them the worst of it! Coming back, we saw a trio of Caudrons off in the distance, appearing to be attacked by what I took to be a pair of Albatros scouts. One of the Caudrons peeled off, smoking. As we closed to assist, I saw the Albatros scouts had the square wings and blue-in-red roundels of SPADs! They weren't attacking, they were escorting! They dove away as we approached, apparently chasing after the unspotted-by-me enemy. Feeling guilty about a bad escort mission I had with Caudrons back when I was in 24th squadron, I decided that we would provide them with an unofficial escort until their minders got back, which happened after a few minutes. Everyone waved to everyone else and we were off home!
I swear that in phase 3 I saw a lot more big fights with 15+ aircraft involved. I don't seem to see that in WOFF, engagements always seem kinda small. This one was nice because some more planes came in from the east, and I believe A flight engaged them, which kept a nice "will they, won't they get here" dynamic as we were swooping around. That coupled with the Caudrons, which helped keep a full flight home intetesting, made for a very enjoyable mission.
Rick Rawlings No 60 Squadron February 17, 1917 Filescamp
A lot of quiet flights lately. The days we go up, the Huns aren't up. The days we don't go up, the Huns bomb us. The days it snows, nobody goes up. A line patrol yesterday took down a recon craft and an Albatros. Pidcock collided with the enemy recce craft and went down himself in flames, but he must have managed to put the fire out and level off right before hitting the ground because he was back at base when we got there with only minor injuries! I spotted the Albatros behind the lines trying to evade us but as we had a considerable height advantage, we managed to catch him. The three of us remaining in the flight fought him all the way down to the deck before he gave up, finally going down with so many holes in his crate you could see right through it! No victories for me, but two credited for the squadron.
*Player Commentary: If you ever feel bad about using visual aides, dont! As you can see from about 4:20 on, the AI have the potential to spot enemies much better than you do!
Rick Rawlings No 60 Squadron February 25, 1917 Filescamp
Busy flight earlier today. The Major took us up for a line patrol and we were climbing with A flight when all the sudden, everyone took off like crazy. I looked up to see a German recon craft escorted by an Eindecker! That's right! Now you can imagine that everybody wanted to be the guy that shot down the last Eindecker on the Western Front, so they were all off like a shot. I contented myself with the recce craft. Fortunately, it wasn't a Roland, so I used its more docile handling to my advantage. Climbing above him and getting out to the east of his flight path, I was just getting ready to swoop down and attack when I spotted four dots moving in from the North. Squinting in, I made them as Albatros scouts, coming to the rescue! Now the fight was good and truly joined! I was on the one that headed in my direction and was firing on him until I noticed another Nieuport getting attacked and I broke off to defend him. As I followed his assailant down, some of the fabric ripped off my wing, making it very hard to roll my scout. I wasn't much use for the rest off the flight but went looking for stragglers to the east. It was about then that another flight of Albatros floated by above me. Two came down to play and that was when I really got the brunt of it. Barely able to roll into or out of turns, it took all of my concentration to get myself out of there, with a good number of bullet holes in my crate to boot! To make matters worse, my wing fabric fully ripped off on landing and I spun in, wrecking my scout and shaking me up pretty badly!
Player Commentary: As you can see in the video, I don't know what to make of that landing. Overall, these are my favorite kind of missions where things just go crazy quickly (it's almost as if the RNG gods heard my complaint about small skirmish sizes in the other post!) I think I will click on the top aces only selection while I am with 60 squadron, otherwise it gets a bit silly where everyone is an un-killable ace...
Heh, I could never keep up with the rules! To advance through the war, I only fly every few game days, sometimes taking longer breaks to try to follow the rhythms of actual aces kill patterns and stress breaks. Also, due to my schedule, I also make generous use of time compression and autopilot to get in and out of patrol zones! Who knows, maybe someday the kids will go to college and retirement will find me!
Well, quite a bit has happened lately. On the 1st, Major Graves took myself and Lt. Molesworth on a balloon busting mission just over the lines. I admit I had been mostly avoiding them after my altercation last year that left me in the hospital with facial burns and shrapnel wounds. I was determined not to repeat that experience! As we went over the lines, the Major was coming in pretty low, the reason for which I realized directly: ahead of us, a pregnant cloud hung low over the balloon, and just under it were seven dots hovering above our target, which I took to be German scouts. Sure enough, as we closed, I could make them out as Halberstadts! The Major was trying to come in low enough so we could destroy the balloon and have a chance to get away before being spotted. I looked up and behind us for the cover of A flight, but they were nowhere to be seen! As we closed in, the Germans spotted us well short of our target and the race was on! The three of us dove down and the balloon went up with my final rocket barrage and then the Huns were on us! I managed to bring down one of them and was trying to break free when another plane came in behind me. At first I thought it was Lt. Molesworth with his camouflage paint scheme, but the craft kept angling in at me in a fairly aggressive manner. I finally realized it was another German! We went about for a bit and I fired the rest of my ammunition at him, eventually driving him down into a field just behind the German lines. I made my way warily back, staring up at an empty Lewis gun the whole time. When I got back, the Major and Molesworth supported my claim of the shared balloon and the two scouts. Two days later, they were confirmed as was my promotion to Major! I was whisked away on a promotional tour as well as given some time to learn my new duties. In another week, I am back to the front where Major Graves has jokingly said he will share the paperwork with me!