Didn't see a bad ending... unless you were suckered into dropping even more altitude.
Ya don't check your arse enough... '6 O'Clock.
Gunnerey is better, I saw you shoot on a lead and that was good A) You gave up altitude and future delfection to be right on their 6 O'Clock....what a waste of advantage... and future Turn & Burns! B) Altitude is ENERGYyyyyy.... don't be so easy to give it up. Granted the PuP is great at gainoing it.....Don't get suckered into a falling altitude fight over enemy lines. It's a different story if it occurs on you side of the MUD.
!!!...1111.... slow down and take your time desimating your rivals, and keep you altitude!!!!!
A) At least ya didn't shed a wing this this time in a dive after them.....
April 23, 1917. Per "High in the Empty Blue" the first real day of offensive patrols for 56 Squadron as the first two weeks in France were spent "polishing up" (nicest word I can think of) the Se5 for combat. This is actually reflected in the WOFF Campaign Manager - of course! So Sergeant DIH begins his new campaign this date. Morning DOP, about 10 miles into Hunland, with 4 man B Flight in nice weather. Being a new guy (and a lowly Sergeant) I follow the patrol leader and we finally see 4 Huns, 9 miles back, and about 1000' feet higher then us. The patrol leader, not being timid, orders the attack.
Unfortunately he turns away from them and I, not thinking that's a good plan, change course toward them and fly directly at them. No sense giving them a nice easy attack path.
And there they are in their nice shiny V-Strutters! Hopefully I can scuff that paint work up a bit.
My plan works, I think, as this one corkscrews down to attack me and, because of the approach angles, we start combat more or less at a equal state. He is quite good and I have a tough time getting behind him until after two almost head-on passes I get a quick burst into him head-on, score hits, and this changes his thinking and he cuts the wrong way allowing me to get behind him. I shoot until he starts to smoke and, possibly wounded, he begins to fly erratically. This allows me to get close behind him and really load him up with Vickers and Lewis. I expect him to blow up, lose a wing, or burn, but he just noses over and goes straight down to his doom.
There are several aircraft at my level flying around and I try to join up, or engage, but never quite get close enough. The Hun AA finally stops in the area so I figure my flight has departed the scene or are down. I circle a few more times and see, about 2000' above me, 8 or 10 specks that are Huns! Time to go I reckon as I am 10 miles behind the lines and low and I pass over the burning grave of my late foe on the way out...S!
On the way out I come across a damaged SE, flying low, and provide a high escort for him. He is so low he attracts much ground fire but manages to cross the lines and lands at a advance field. See a lot of other aircraft flying about but they are all friendly. Back at base I file my claim for 1 Albatros and my wingman who suffered combat damage (2nd Lt Goon) also puts in for one. Of the two others one is down on a friendly field (HA) and one crashes (shot down?) but survives (HA). Confirmation is pending with the stock WOFF system. I then trudge to the NCO Mess for some tea (that I probably have to make myself) but happy I got a Hun on my first time over. Hopefully someone saw it! And I can see why I don't post videos! Hehe...
I made some campaign changes and, when I make changes, I always feel a need for a restart. Plus he was a Major and VC winner, so short of being nominated for Pope, he has about done it all. He went to HE as an Instructor. After that, as a Major, he will probably be back to France as a Squadron Commander...maybe in time for the 1918 Hun spring offensive.
You blokes seem to be having an enjoyable time in those SE's! Can't wait to get my hands on one, it's probably my favourite WW1 aircraft.
And thank you for the kind comments, now, hold onto your hats because Sgt 'X' has been busy again.
9th May, 1915
Yes, now I'm talking to a bloody book, won't be long before I feel as though I truly belong here in Billy-o asylum.
Well diary, there are two types of things that happen in life, things that you can tell your dear, loving wife about and things that you ought not to. When it comes to war in the air it is better, for all of our sake's that I record what I am about to tell you here an not in a letter to my darling Hannah who would most certainly be unnecessarily alarmed by the news that I have today!
I've been assigned the privilege of a rather feisty Yorkshireman named Tony Walter as my observer and Captain Walter is one of these types who are mad keen to get to grips with the Hun. It's not enough for him that we should tootle along in our French umbrellas and chuck pathetically small bombs at them, oh no, Captain Walter is mad keen on the idea that we ought to be chasing their aircraft as well!
Now what kind of anarchy this type of sport shall lead to is obvious to even the tenderest of initiates in aerial warfare and it shan't be long before men of Captain Walter's mind-set are chasing each other up and down the front attempting to destroy each other's machines. I'm not overly keen on the idea myself since it involves more risk than seems prudent but I have to concede to Walter's experience and the instinctive feeling I have in my gut that investing time in studying this practice now will pay off in the long run. It's largely at Walter's behest that out Parasols are fitted with Lewis guns, he has been avidly petitioning Sir Salmond for some time for license to chase down Hun aviators and Sir Salmond is inclined to humour him despite the raised eyebrows he has received from HQ on the topic.
Walter wasted no time in appraising me of his philosophy of air combat and, as a good obedient little NCO I have little choice but to go along with the his scheme, not completely unwillingly as it does sound like capital sport if rather chancy. Walters idea is that we should attempt to close with an enemy aircraft and open up upon it with the Lewis gun if the chance should present itself and we have discussed how best to achieve this at length and into the early hours of the night.
Today we got our first real chance, it was on a bombing trip to the locale of Havrincourt. I'd seen my first barrage, Hun balloon, Hun Archie and as Havrincourt came into view Walter tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to see my first genuine, bona fide German aeroplanes. Aviatiks Walter told me later and there were three of them, slightly above and well behind us and they were watching curiously, but from a respectful distance, as we dropped our 40lb bombs on their field, destroying one of their hangars in the process (Smashing!). Seeing that we were done with our mischief they began to put down to land. Captain Walter urged me to follow them, a manic gleam in his blue eyes revealing itself as he gesticulated at the rearmost aircraft and leaned out of the rear cockpit towards it as though he wished to wrestle the thing from the air with his hands.
The German was below us now and a ways ahead. Walter and I had discussed our tactic and decided that we could probably overhaul an enemy aircraft and take a shot at him as we drew ahead before climbing back to safer heights. I wasn't entirely happy about the fact that we were still over their field and that observers on the ground may fire at us, especially since out pursuit would involve losing height behind the lines which would leave us on a sticky wicked if something should go amiss with the engine but it was clear that Walters fever for action would not be denied and, with an inward sigh I pressed forward on the stick and began my descent toward the Aviatik.
The distance closed rapidly between us, I held the stick forward as far as I dared as the air-frame of our Morane creaked and shuddered and I was about to overhaul the Aviatik when I noticed a stream of traced emanating from the rear cockpit of the enemy. It seemed as though we had encountered a German made in the mold of our very own Captain Walter in this chap and he gave us a good squirt as we closed. I dithered a bit at this point, not sure whether to continue the pursuit or call it off and it wasn't until the second burst from the Hun smacked into our wing, leaving a neat row of holes, that I decided enough was enough. My more sensible side said that I'd done my patriotic duty and it was time to desist in this nonsense before we got into serious trouble so I eased back on the stick and we climbed away on course for home.
Captain Walter was a little more subdued than usual this evening and in our tactical discussion we decided that more prudence would be called for, that we should seek our quarry closer to the lines and that we should only attack from a position that would allow us to overfly the enemy before descending so that we might be ahead of him when we came into gunnery range since. I have to say though, that despite my initial misgivings I'm showing signs of catching this fever myself. The next time we find ourselves on a suitable bombing trip we have plans to detach ourselves from the formation after our duty is done and do a little free-lancing!
1 Squadron en route to Havrincourt
Let's pretend I got the BWOC badge to embed here.
Wenn ihr sieg im deine Kampf selbst gegen, wirst stark wie Stahl sein. "The best techniques are passed on by the survivors." - Gaiden Shinji
Tuesday, March 13 1917 Flieger DIH flies the afternoon patrol with Jasta 11. The morning patrol resulted in no contact. For the afternoon we have been assigned a airfield defense mission but as the target is quite a ways back I don't expect much. The pesky Britishers had other plans though. Kurt Wolff leads the 4 man Kette with me and two other non-HA's while the Jasta big guns are flying "support." Near our objective my wingman peels off apparently the victim of a engine problem. Suddenly coming out of a cloud are a group of the enemy. Friendly AA is not sleeping and they open up right away but the aircraft are pretty close. No choice but to engage.
Remembering Dicta Olham I turn for them and try to stay directly underneath them while I wait my chance. In my mad circling I see a group of specks that I guess is Kette Eins but as far as I know they do not help. Its a chaotic time as I turn and maneuver trying to keep the impudent British off my tail. Lose about 8000' in altitude when suddenly its just me vs one N17. Keeping my old crate on the edge of a stall neither of us can get an advantage and, down very low, the Britisher makes a break for his lines. My old Alb does its best to catch up, and I thought I was fairly close, so I lean over my sight and fire! Huzzah! NOT! Later in the Debrief I got 1 hit out of 95 rounds! He, now understandably upset about my single bullet hole in his machine turns and the fight is on again at low level. After a couple of turns I lose sight of him and checking behind my see another one on my tail. Geesh. Low level with a Nieuport on your arse is not the way to go so I turn for a nearby airfield and friendly AA discourages his pursuit.
Figuring I used up my luck for the day I return home with an empty bag and bullet holes for my trouble. But I guess I am learning - I am still alive!
Back at base I see Kurt Wolff fired 1 round and was shot down for his trouble and the other non-HA didn't get off a shot, was wounded, but landed okay. My "wingman" was forced to land with engine trouble prior so he missed the show. No claims are made and Kette Eins never engaged - or a least never fired a shot.
Coming back from a Balloon bust in late March, 1917, Rother Nought spied a flight of 3 un-escorted German recon craft returning from doing their dirty business. Not allowing this to stand, he moved in and signaled the attack:
*I changed my mind from attacking the right-most craft, as it looked like everyone else was going for him, so please excuse my lame first shots as I settled onto my new target!
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...
Nice shooting. Ever hit a plane with the Le Prieur rockets? Ever tried?
It's funny you mention that, I usually save them from balloon busting missions for that very purpose, then always forget about them in the heat of battle! I have only remembered once (a miss). This time I accidentally fired them off before we even got to the balloon when I bumped the fire button on my keyboard...
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...
I managed to get a kill with LePrieurs in a Nupe 17. I was out of ammo on a balloon hunt where we got jumped, but ran off two Albatri after my wingmen made a kill on the third, ( didn't get the balloon..) on the way home we encountered 3 DFWs below us and I dived at them from the side and used my speed to get a quick climbing zoom at the belly of the lead plane. At 100 meters, I fired off all the rockets and BOOM! one flaming DufFWagen. Of course the other two peppered me mercilessly. Just barely made it back to base with fuel leak and sick engine.
Barmy OFFer in questionable standing, maybe collapsed in a corner?
April 1 1917 on the morning patrol with J11. Flieger DIH is on his first patrol with is new Jasta in poor weather. Several formations are sighted and then lost in the heavy clouds before we finally latch onto a group of 3 or 4 Sopwith Pups. The Kette Leader orders the attack.
Maneuvering for the attack. Nothing special here just thought it was a cool shot.
Finally get into a 1 on 1 fight with a Pup and best him.
After a final burst from my Spandau's his smoking crate goes down and crashes near a German airfield.
In the afternoon patrol on the 1st both Kettes engage a group of French N23's and slaughter them with 4 being claimed by both Kettes. Almost had a claim but he, spinning down, recovered low near LvR who finished him off.
April 2 1917 on morning patrol. The weather is much nicer and near our patrol destination the Kette Leader makes to attack a group of 3 rare DH2's who are apparently strafing a German troop encampment. He changes his mind half way down maybe seeing something else. I continue and see 1 DH2 has been forced to land intact by ground fire leaving two. Begin a combat with both and get behind one and, leaning over my sights, get in good hits and he lights up and goes down. Look for the other Britisher but he has disappeared either being shot down by AA or flying off. Seeing no friendly aircraft I make for home.
Get back to base and find that my Pup from yesterday has been confirmed and I receive the the Silver Cup for my first victory as I put in a claim for today's DH2. Two of the other Kette members crash their birds for unknown reasons as they didn't fire a shot.
Duke, some fine screenies there, and you are correct, the first one is definitely cool. A classic portrait type with those clouds behind it!
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Thanks Robert! April 2 1917 on the afternoon patrol with J11.
En route to the front. The weather has been fine for the first couple days of April.
"Beware the Hun in the su..." Hey wait. Air activity is high as the Entente begins work preparing for something big. What are they up too?
Yikes. The dreaded Nieuports. In this fight I score nothing but stay alive which is a win based on my track record vs Nieuports. Did pick up a couple of hits from ground fire trying to chase a Nieuport down low. Oh well.
Back at base I join the other NCO pilots and am told my DH2 from yesterday was denied. Wonder if I was an officer would they still take the ground gunners word over mine?
April 3 1917. Another fine weather day. We come across some Sopwith Pups north of Lens and I manage to shoot one down and put in a claim. Afternoon patrol the Kette swarms on a lone Nieuport but I fly top cover while Schafer shoots it down. While circling to join up I see, up high, 5 specks being followed by an additional 4. As they are coming from British territory I figure its two-seaters escorted by some scouts. I keep my distance waiting for a possible chance if the Kette can get up here. Okay...one of the presumed single seaters shoots down another aircraft in flames. Guess they are Germans being chased by the British. Watching my poor countrymen riding a flaming chariot I stray too close and one of the British peels off and dives for me. I circle a bit to evaluate as the lone plane approaches. A Triplane! Luckily his pals stay high so it is mano a mano. I turn into him and the dance begins. We circle each other, neither gaining an edge, as the fight corkscrews down. Finally, down low, he loses his nerve and tries to make a break but I am on him. With two 3 second bursts of my Spandaus he goes out of control and crashes into the British reserve area. Fly back to base trying to avoid all the aircraft specks over my head and I make it back without incident. Put in a claim for the Triplane and am told the KFlak 98 already rang up reporting my downed Triplane. As a bonus Air Defense units confirmed my Pup from the morning and I am awarded the IC2 for my 3rd confirmed victory. *Sorry for no pics for April 3. I was so busy trying to be a serious Flieger that I forgot*
April 4 1917 morning patrol of the front with the elite of the German Air...blah...blah...proud Flieger DIH is flying...blah...blah...blah!
At our patrol point over the front the 5 man Kette circles for a few when we are joined by 5 Spad VII (150) contesting this section of airspace. The Kette Leader orders the attack. Looking good so far.
Literally about 1 1/2 seconds after the above shot was taken I hear a horrible noise. Quickly glance to the left and see the patrol leader has collided with a member of the Kette. Both go down. Now it is 3 of us vs 5 Spads. Get on the tail of one and during the circle look to my right and see some specks. The Support Flight?
No, of course not! It's 6 Nieuports coming to help their friends like good comrades do. Are you taking notes here Kette Eins leader? We continue the fight with 3 of us vs 11 of them.
Anyway I soon forget about scoring kills and take snap shots hoping to just score damage so they will break off. Pull up real steep to avoid a collision with a Nieuport and while I hang there a Spad puts a burst into my left wing. Spin and dive out alternatively followed by 1 Spad and two Nieuports, evade, now its two Nieuports, etc, etc. This goes on until I run out of altitude so I am now out of luck. The old Alb is a quite average performer. Get free and clear for about 30 seconds and think I might make it when tracers come whizzing by my ears. Glance back and have at least 2 Nieuports behind me. Turn for a nearby German field for AA cover and maybe a quick landing but nope. More hits and I lose control of the plane plowing into a field at 100 MPH. To end on a positive note at least I will get a good burial for my 3 victory, IC2 winning, Fliger and the LGMS Wind mod seemed pretty cool after one flight. More testing needed though. What career next? Hmmm...
June 16 1917 Sgt. DIH flying his first patrol with 11 Squadron. This will be a Line Patrol. These boys have just recently traded their Fee's for Brisfits and are all excited. And it will show. Flying to the front in beautiful sunny weather. We circle for quite a while and see no Huns. Probably because they are being crowded out of the sky by all the RFC flying around.
Just inside Hun territory the Flight Leader wags his wings as I was looking the other way. 5 or 6 Huns! These two will play a personal part in the upcoming scrap. We dive to attack and the enemy accepts the challenge and noses up to greet us.
After a circle or two I find myself behind this one and shot him up. My Vickers hammers and my shooting is good. Suddenly I start to take hits. Look behind me and see a Bristol about 200' away. You stupid SOB I think then look again and see the Alb with the black wavy stripe on my left rear guns flashing. Not sure if its his guns I hear or my observers but I quickly roll out to avoid. Evade and find my original target again and see his engine is stopped. I close up and, putting my sights in the cockpit, open up again at point blank range then have to break left to avoid a collision. Look over my shoulder and he is corkscrewing down to crash just south of a town,
Climbing back into the fight I see one speck chasing another. The hunted is the all black Alb from the second photo. For whatever reason the Bristol breaks off his dive (we are pretty low) and the Hun tries to make good his escape. I turn and dive after him and cut my throttle as I get behind him at roof top height over Atheles. A three second burst with the Vickers and he noses over and plows into a city street at full speed and is now just scrap lumber and metal.
Seeing no one else around I climb for friendly lines and see my flight all landing at a forward field and do so also. Everybody has returned safely but one Brisfit has a wobbly landing and it turns out that both the pilot and the observer are wounded. I put in a claim for my two and other flight members claim three. A good day for the RFC.