Fullofit, I will write up Vogel's latest escapades tonight but suffice it to say that Ziggy has nothing to worry about because Vogel is out of action for ten days. More to follow.
In the meanwhile, here is a little episode that is not from Vogel's Tagebuch...
Major Erich Zielke looked up at the curious little man at his office door. A course greyish-white cassock hung from thin shoulders and was over topped by a black long scapular, above all of which was placed a slightly skeletal thin face and the merest suggestion that the skull, if left alone, would sprout grey hair. The visitor carried a sackcloth bag. It appeared heavy and bulky.
“Who in God’s name are you?” demanded Major Zielke.
The little man smiled, his brown eyes twinkling as his face creased. “Please, Major. I have been talking to God for the last hour as I rode here and would prefer to leave him out of this conversation.” He placed his bony hand on the back of the wooden chair in front of him. “May I?” The monk looked around the room. Dark wallpaper, bleached where the sun from the room's only window fell on it, was peeling. One wall held several photographs of the major – a course graduation photograph, the major on a horse, the major with a staff officer and a trophy. He noted that Major Zielke wore no decorations. This was the man's "I love me" wall. A bottle of Ruedesheimer cognac was only partially hidden by several books on a sideboard. A bankers light stood on the desk. The monk looked about. The place has been very crudely wired, the cables exposed and connected badly. It would be no surprise if the entire place burned down. The monk sat and placed the bag between his legs. “I have brought you something by way of introduction.” He removed from the bag a small cask. The major’s eyes widened. “I can tap it for you if you wish. It is worth trying.” He removed a small hammer and wooden tap from the bag as the major reached for a tin mug. The visitor took the mug and filled it three quarters full. “It will be better if you put the cask in a cool cellar.”
The major took a sip and rolled his eyes. The phone clung to his bushy grey moustache. “That is excellent,” he said. “I’m sorry. Let me get you a glass.”
“That’s quite all right. I had communion before leaving this morning and should drink some water before I take anything alcoholic. My name is Brother Bernard, by the way.”
The major asked how he could help the monk, and Brother Bernard explained. “It is our duty to help those in need,” he explained. “My little community is just across the border in Belgium. I’m sure I do not have to tell you how very difficult life is in my country at present. A few items from your abundance would scarcely be missed and would relieve the pains of so many.”
Major Zielke jumped to his feet. “Are you mad? Do you really think you can walk into my operation and ask me to divert badly needed supplies from the German Army to some charity?” As he said “charity” he brushed at the air with the back of his hand.
“Not charity, Major. Business.” The monk motioned for him to sit and Zielke sat down again. Brother Bernard continued. “You have some things we need – flour, butter, pork, even potatoes. I have some things you need – beer mainly, but also a few vegetables we grow and occasionally we can obtain other trinkets from our many friends.” At this, the monk reached into his bag once again. He drew from it a framed photograph. “Let me put this up for you.”
A photograph hung on the wall beside the major’s desk. It showed a grim woman of indeterminate age. Brother Bernard now understood why the major joined the army. He removed the photograph and hung the one from the bag. He read from the handwritten inscription, “To Major Erich Zielke with warmest greetings, Rittmeister M. von Richthofen. September 1917.”
“Who told you about this?” the major demanded.
“About what?” Brother Bernard replied soothingly. “You realise, of course, that the great Baron no longer wishes to hand these out like candy. My little community is located not far from Courtrai. Of course I know the great man a little bit. He has been a guest in our hospital. And I heard that someone wanted his photograph for you but could not get it, so I thought ‘Why not me?’”
“What do you want from me?” asked the major.
“Let us begin with two kilos of flour, a kilo of butter, a good supply of sausage, and two kilos of meat – pork if you have it. And potatoes – at least four kilos. In exchange, you shall have fifty litres of our finest beer. There should be a good market for that.”
“Who said anything about selling?”
“My dear Major,” said the monk, “we are all sinners so there is no shame. Perhaps you should have shut that door over there. I can see an entire case of good Picardy cider on the table. They are not selling that in restaurants any more. You have other friends. So, perhaps if I bring my wagon into your courtyard we can discreetly unload a barrel beer and put a few items under the straw for my return?”
A few minutes later, the monk stepped onto the rough pavé outside the warehouse and nodded for the driver of his cart to approach. He clambered onto the seat next to the driver, a younger man in a peasant jacket and wide-brimmed beaten hat.
“Are we good?” The driver asked.
Brother Bernard nodded. “Let’s confirm – I get half the sausage and a kilo of flour. And the half-case of cider that you are about to see.”
“And the photograph?”
“On the wall. He’d have to remove the paper backing on the frame to see what I wrote on it.”
“That was genius,” said the driver. “How did you word it again?”
“A token of thanks from your business partners in Lille.” The two men laughed. “That should throw the gendarmes off the scent if we have problems with Zielke.”
Several minutes later, the farm cart emerged from the warehouse courtyard, its straw neatly rearranged over the other contents. “Let’s get this cart back to Roucourt," said the driver. "We can have a drink and then I’ll drive you back to Courtrai.”
“You’re an evil man, Max Steinmesser,” said the monk.
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#4536557 - 09/10/2007:05 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Dawn Line Patrol: The Esc 8 a/c were at 10000 when we spotted a Hun flight below us. Down we went, I was banging away at whatever passed by then followed my flight leader chasing a Albatross D V His gun appeared Jammed so I swung in and fired off 40 rds, then another then two more Finally. He rolled over and hit Zee ground. Mon Dieu ! , The Aerodrome has been attack while were up. Hangers gone and scorched 2 N-23 in shambles Total losses The ammo dump, 2 hangers. 2 N-23's 1 Spad. ( The fight) 4 Spads damaged for 2 Albatross D-V's.
Defensive Patrol: Seven a/c up mixed it with a flight of D-III's. I got good hits on one and pursued it . At low level on the enemy side of the lines he slipped under and I lost him among the smoke from a Arty Barrage. My claim was rejected.
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#4536561 - 09/10/2008:34 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Leave for a few days and the skies light up! Great stories, videos and screenies gents. Lou, thank you very much for the Gong! It is much appreciated. I will be playing catch up the next few days.
Offstv. Ivan Immer Roucourt Sept 8, 1917
Ivan was flush with the recent days successes. His total now stood at 10. The weather was good for flying and his flight was cruising at 8000' looking for inbound aircraft north of Lens. A lone Bristol made a diving attack on the flight and Ivan and 2 others pulled up to engage. The Englishman had bitten off more than he could chew and the 3 Albatri had him boxed in. Schobinger was attacking from behind and Ivan was above and behind him starting to make his attack when the Bristol suddenly pulled up hard in Ivan's direction. Ivan threw the stick over and back to avoid him and felt the collision which shook his machine. It went into a spin but he was able to level the Albatros. He looked right and left. He felt a chill go up his spine! His left lower wing was shredded and hanging on by one strut. "Just stay calm, shes still together" he thought. He looked for a place to land. She would handle erratic if he put her in a dive but other than that, she handled ok. He slowly lost altitude and saw a field ahead that looked ok. Staying calm he sat the machine down like a feather and rolled to a stop. He switched off and his hands started shaking. He laughed out loud while looking at his shaking hands. "You lived another day my boy" he said aloud.
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Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or a fool from either end. BOC Member since....I can't remember!
#4536568 - 09/10/2009:33 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Tagebuch of Oblt. der Res. Hans-Dieter Vogel, PLM. HHO, EK1, EK2
Kriegslazarett 651, Douai, France
I have time on my hands now to fill in some missing time from my diary. It has been an eventful few days. 8 September 1917
We take off shortly before six in the morning into an intensely clear blue sky. The filthy scar of the front lines seems like an obscenity on such a morning. Summer has pushed itself back from the table and is discreetly glancing at its watch and telling us of all the things it must still do. You feel the chill walking to the pilots’ hut in the early morning. Before long the grass will start to crunch under our feet with the first frost. But for now, the chill is just a warning note and we fill our lungs with cool air like champagne and wrap our scarves a little more tightly around our necks as we climb into our Albatrosen. We fly north this morning to provide cover for our aerodromes beyond Lens. That city of coal mines and slag-mountains comes into view as soon as we are above the trees. Its dozens of towering brick chimneys reflect the rising sun. Some still spew dark smoke; others stand sentinel over hectares of broken brick and shattered beams.
It seems like we can see forever today. After the rain and cloud of late August and early September the trip is nearly relaxing. We pass east of Lens and make out the aerodromes of Haubourdin and Phalempin in the distance. We begin our circuits of the patrol area. On our third circuit, I spot the black cloudlets of our anti-aircraft fire to the southwest. Although they are still very far off, a few moving specks are visible. We begin climbing in that direction and before long the specs in large into seven enemy machines. They are spiralling down to attack something on the ground. We draw closer and to my delight to see that these are the awkward little de Havilland scouts. It is time to feast!
I descend as steeply as I dare. The English pilots have seen us and they have no appetite for a fight. They try to run but we are on them from a great height and close the distance quickly. A de Havilland looms up in front. I fire fifty rounds and its pilot falls sideways in the cockpit as his machine tumbles to earth.
As I turn to look for the others, another de Havilland passes across in front, a little lower and flying from my left to my right. A kick of the rudder bar and within fifteen seconds I am behind him and nearly close enough to touch. At the first bark of my machine guns, the de Havilland catches fire. Two machines down in less than a minute!
"At the first bark of my machine guns, the de Havilland catches fire."
I see Flak bursts to the south over Lens and climb to investigate. Gefreiter Neckel, who has just joined us from the Jastaschule, forms on my left wing. Suddenly he banks vertically and dives away. Another de Havilland has climbed up under our tails! I attack him head on and we begin to circle. Just then Neckel rejoins the fight directly behind the Englishman. He fires and a large section of wing breaks away as the enemy machine falls.
As I watch the stricken de Havilland, I see another enemy machine running for home at treetop level. Again I fall like a falcon and fire from point-blank range. This Englishman catches fire and breaks up in midair.
Now I am alone. I climb towards Lens in the faint hope of finding whatever enemy aeroplane caused our Flak batteries to fire minutes ago. The sky seems empty but then I notice a lone brown machine circling directly overhead. He is waiting for me to pass him by. I watch closely until he begins his dive and then turn to meet him. The fight is short but intense. Finally we rush at each other and I see my tracers hitting his engine. I turn about and give him fifty rounds. The English scout falls out of control and does not recover.
Necker has one and I have four!
In the afternoon we are sent south towards Cambrai, where observers have spotted enemy machines approaching. The day has become cloudy and we do not see the enemy until they are close – nine French Nieuports. We are five. For what seems like an age the fight is only about surviving in the moment. I scarcely fire twenty rounds. Gradually, however, the other machines drop lower and lower. Now it is a duel between me and a lone Frenchman. We carry on for several more minutes without result until the French pilot chooses his moment to depart. He dives into a cloud bank. I am exhausted and turn east. I must be satisfied with this morning’s results.
On my return to Roucourt I learned to my delight that Offizierstellvertreter Immer has been awarded the iron Cross, Second Class. It is a good end to a day in which he was nearly killed in a collision with an English Bristol. We break out the beer and toast his health. Sausages and good mustard appear from the kitchen, together with fresh bread and pans of onion and potato fried in bubbling lard. Steinmesser has worked a miracle but refuses to tell me what he has done. That, he says, will cost me a dinner in town.
I discover that Immer does not drink, poor boy. But Immer discovers that we occasionally have real coffee, something he has not seen in over a year. Everyone is happy.
Mueller, our adjutant, informs me that only the first two of my four de Havillands are confirmed. Still, that brings my count to 42.
9 September 1917
I write this in the Kriegslazarett in Douai. Fortunately, I will be here for only a few days but it may be longer before I am able to fly. This morning we took off before first light – a new experience. We were to rendezvous with several Rolands near Vitry and escort them to take photographs of the lines down near Bapaume. We were just about to turn for home when attacked by a very large group of Nieuports. I cannot honestly say whether they were English or French, but I did note that they seem to be a new variant with a longer and thinner fuselage. And they were very well handled.
For several minutes I found myself struggling against two of these machines without once being able to fire a shot. Then I had a momentary opportunity to catch one in a climb. Just as I was about to open fire, a searing pain like a burn from a poker cut through both my legs. My legs felt wet and I thought I was going to be sick. I threw the albatross into a spin and tumbled downwards well beyond the point of safety. Finally, I passed through some cloud and pulled gradually out of my dive as the ground came into view. My head was light. I opened the throttle fully as I pointed my nose at the aerodrome at Pronville. I landed roughly there and remember nothing else.
It seems that an enemy bullet passed over my right leg and under my left, taking a nibble of meat from the top of the right and the bottom of the left but missing bone. If the wound stays clean it should heal quickly and I could be back on my feet and in the air in a week or two. I thank my lucky stars as this was a close call. If I were a bigger man I should not be a man at all!
#4536573 - 09/11/2012:14 AMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: Nov 2014 Posts: 3,005Fullofit
Raine, that was some intense fighting! So many targets in one place. You can probably take two weeks off and Hahn would not be able to catch up. Especially with the way the claims are (mis)handled. So the enemy missed Vogel’s bone. That was very lucky. Now some rest in the hospital, some fine treats curtesy of Steinmesser and Vogel will be ready for more.
MFair, what is this nonsense about you going AWOL? Did your C.O. give you permission to leave? Immer is one blessed child. Collision like this often ends with a dirt nap. Take better care of your Flieger. Ten victories already? Well done.
Carrick, get used to it. The Boche are coming out in force.
It was still dark when Ziggy lifted off. He could see a formation approaching from the west. He turned toward them and they scattered. He hasn’t seen this type of plane for a while now. He knew they were dangerous. As they dove beneath him their dark fuselages melded with the shadows on the ground. Zygmunt could only pick one out after it managed to get on his tail and began to fire. He turned and found out those two-seater scouts don’t turn as well as his Albatros. After a few turns he was on his enemy’s tail and firing. They were low, very low. Every tree branch was a hazard. The Britisher tried every trick in the book, but Ziggy’s fire was relentless and after a short battle the enemy machine went down near the aerodrome. Hahn quickly gained some height and looked for more trouble. He found some, along with a few of his Albatrosen mixing it up at very low altitude. One of the Brisfits was at the top of his loop and this is when Zygmunt caught him. More fire was poured into the English machine, which descended quickly and tried to run away. There was no use. Ziggy continued to punish the intruder. The rear gunner was no slouch either and returned fire, hitting Zygmunt’s machine. Hahn redoubled his efforts and concentrated his fire in the rear quarters of the two-seater’s fuselage. He saw the gunner slump into the bottom of the fuselage with his gun hanging limply on its mount. Zygmunt could now take his time and down this marauder at his leisure. It didn’t take long. A few more volleys and the Brisfit was diving to crash in the corner of the aerodrome. The balloon they were ordered to take out would have to wait.
At noon Zygmunt and his Schwarm were assigned airfield defence at Villers-au-Tertre, just south of Douai. They’ve spent half an hour circling The aerodrome in case any enemy machines show up. Instead they’ve found empty skies, rather peaceful and innocent. It was now time to return back home and as they were getting ready, a flight of silver scouts came into view. They were patrolling the front and were oblivious of the imminent danger looming overhead. Zygmunt swooped down and attacked the trailing machine, which quickly banked to get out of the line of fire. Hahn then watch his wingman attack the next Nieuport in line and then the next wingman shooting up the leader. As he turned to find his target, Ziggy was met with more of the enemy scouts. He was now in the middle of an intense furball. He lost his target several times to either dodge an attack or help one of his mates. Finally the dogfight spread out and more space for manoeuvring could be had. He picked one of the closest Franzose as his target and stuck with him. They circled each other for a few minutes, but in the end Zygmunt was able to destroy the Nieuport mid-air. The little scout’s carcass came down over No-Man’s Land just north-east of Havrincourt Wood.
They continued to follow the enemy planes, which by now were retreating towards Lechelle aerodrome. He could see some of his wingmates ahead chasing down the remaining Nieuports. He knew he would not make it before they’d reach the aerodrome and didn’t want to risk getting shot over enemy airspace. Zygmunt turned around just in time to see a Nieuport being chased by Ltn Schniedewind. Hahn took aim and pelted the enemy with his Spandaus. He saw Schniedewind deal the final blow and the French machine went down trailing smoke. Ziggy had no time to watch the plane go down. There was another pair of airplanes approaching. This time Hahn would have his kill. He swooped behind the retreating Nieuport and opened fire. He continued to fire his machine guns until the enemy plane nosed down and crashed into a field near the aerodrome. He quickly gathered his troops and turned for home.
HQ is Reporting that stories of 3 Wing Scouts are " Fake News " which is ment to lower moral and encourage Lack of Moral Fiber in pilots. Hq went on to post a pic of the Enemy Fighter just a normal everyday Albatross scout with an added wing.
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#4536703 - 09/11/2011:01 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: Nov 2014 Posts: 3,005Fullofit
Only one of the Nieuports from the afternoon sortie could be confirmed. The two Brisfits from that morning were categorically denied citing darkness as the reason for the inability to determine the clear owner of those claims. The morning mission instructions were to intercept enemy planes crossing the lines near Bizet. After forming up they noticed a formation of enemy planes heading north and followed. They caught up to them near Halluin and Ziggy fought one of the Camels. He had him on the ropes when he had to get out of the way or face a collision. He hated slow moving aeroplanes. His opponent disappeared into the ground clutter, but Zygmunt wasn’t giving up and continued west, assuming that’s where his target would be heading. Finally he noticed him flying low and slow over No-Man’s Land. Hahn made sure he was being forced to land and not faking it. The Camel managed to put down in the mud and Zygmunt received a few rounds from ground fire to his wings for his trouble. He was all by himself now and decided to return to Wasquehal.
After some time Zygmunt was on final approach and just about to land when he noticed some commotion overhead. “- Enemy planes? Here? Now!” He had no choice, but to abandon his landing procedure, push his throttle lever to its detents and engage. He could see now one of Schwarm Eins pilots in deep trouble. Enemy’s green machine was following closely, ready to shoot him down. It was Schreder. He recognized his plane by the red lightning on the fuselage. Hahn was soon all over the enemy plane and firing. He recognized this configuration. Looked very much like a Camel, but only one gun. It was a Pup. Another slow plane. Did he mention how much he hated slow aeroplanes? The battle was painful. Zygmunt had to make several attempts to bring his target down without ramming into it from behind. Finally the Britisher was crippled and had to put down. It was another “forced down” for Hahn. He could finally return to base and claim his two machines.
He was approaching Wasquehal, lower and lower, almost at the edge of the aerodrome. Three shapes appeared far in the distance, silhouetted by dirty-grey clouds. He couldn’t tell if these were friend or foe. He didn’t fancy being under attack while landing. And he definitely didn’t look forward to have the aerodrome bombed. Better safe than dead. For the second time his landing was aborted and Hahn was in pursuit of three shapes. As he approached he thought to himself that if these were enemy planes, there would at least be some Flak exploding around them. That is always a sure sign of enemy planes approaching. There was no Flak going off around these machines. Suddenly he felt foolish. All this was unnecessary and he began to turn back to base for the third time. It was then that the Flak started to go off, but not around the three shapes he was chasing. This was closer, above him. He looked up. There, high above an enemy machine circled nearby. Zygmunt didn’t feel silly anymore. He began to climb and chase after the enemy. He was gaining and caught up with his target just west of Lille. For once he was grateful for slower aeroplanes. As he was getting closer to his prey, another machine approached from the west. It was a trap! He now had two enemy planes to deal with. Thankfully the new arrival came in too hot and overshot the Albatros. He now had to circle back and catch up. Ziggy took advantage of the situation and shot dow the Pup he was following. He saw thick dark smoke and flames beginning to lick the cowling of the enemy plane. “- You’re going nowhere!” Zygmunt had no time to watch his fallen enemy go down. His wingmate had to be nearby somewhere. Zygmunt began his search and finally found him hiding among the clouds. But there was no way out now. He’d been spotted and his airplane was too slow to get away. The only way out was to fight the German ace. It was not much of a fight. Hahn had him in his sights and firing his twin Spandaus. The poor Pup went down in flames over the No-Man’s Land. Zygmunt watched the flaming wreck from above, then turned east for the final time and was allowed to land at last. He made a claim for all four machines, even though he had witnesses only for one of them. He had too many claims rejected lately. It was time for a change.
It was a particularly frustrating mission for Zygmunt. They’ve been ordered on a barrage mission over Halluin. No enemy planes were allowed to cross over onto the German held territory. Well, what about the ones that were attempting to leave it? Because that’s what one of the Nieuports was in the process of doing. Hahn put his mount into a shallow dive to end up on the enemy’s tail. He didn’t expect his wingman just barge in front of him and steal his kill. Two can play at this game. He was behind and the other pilot nearly blocked him from taking the shot. Ziggy took it anyway spoiling his wingman’s perfectly lined up approach. The Nieuport and the two Albatrosen began their deadly dance. The slow moving Nieuport avoided most of the attacks, frustrating Hahn with each man trying to usurp the glory of the kill. The honour went to Hahn after his final burst sent the enemy plane to the ground in No-Man’s Land.
The Schwarm reformed and continued their Sperre, when from out of nowhere another Nieuport attempted to cross the lines and get back to his own side. Ziggy was on him in no time, but unlike his previous target, this one was fully aware of what was about to befall him. He was biding his time before skillfully avoiding Hahn’s attack. This disoriented the German Flieger and he had to re-engage while his wingmates pressed their attacks. The skillful enemy was able to thwart all of them. In fact, he piloted his little scout in such a way as to nearly cause collisions amongst the German pilots at all times. It was an exercise in futility trying to stay behind a slow moving and agile target in a fast and heavy Albatros. Zygmunt had to take extreme care not to fly into many circling machines before he was able to eliminate his foe. The Nieuport went down and splashed into the Lys. Ziggy was sure that one would definitely be denied.
Fullofit – Where is Ziggy finding all these opponents so willing to help him drive up his score, and has he at last caught up with Vogel? Inquiring minds want to know. Nice bunch of videos to go with my coffee this morning.
Raine – The Steinmesser vignette was brilliant, a most enjoyable tale. But what’s this?! A near miss of Vogel's manhood? And he's out of the fight for the next week or more as well? Ziggy will certainly take the lead now between the Kaiser’s top aces.
MFair – That was a close one for Ivan, too close really! But any landing you can walk away from, eh what? Glad he’s safe.
Carrick – From your pictures that looks like a fairly devastating attack on Marcel’s aerodrome. Lucky he and the boys were out when the Hun came calling or the losses might have been even higher. Also, you are quiet right about the initial response when Abbott first reported the Boche triplane, however when a crew was sent to inspect the wreckage this was the reaction from HQ upon receiving the news: CLICK HERE
#4536747 - 09/12/2004:43 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: May 2012 Posts: 4,141RAF_Louvert
BOC President; Pilot Extraordinaire; Humble Man
Lou, this aerial combat is a peculiar thing. You fly for days without seeing those sneaky enemy planes and then a day comes when all of them want to meet you. You’ll see I won’t see as much as a speck for the next few days. It’s as if the enemy squadrons need to replenish. As to catching up to Vogel, what is he on now, 42? Almost there. With his Würstchen nearly blown off there is a good chance Hahn will take the lead. Congrats on getting that Dreidecker confirmed! That is a feat in itself. Also, that is one terrible toothy grin.
Lederhosen, stay away from that one. With his Übermensch powers you’d more than likely be the one sent back in a pine box.
Lou, you should have left that picture out. It will haunt every German pilot’s worst nightmares.
Only two of the last six claims had been confirmed. Claim confirmations are becoming sparse, just like good food. This time the HQ sent Jasta 17 to patrol enemy front lines between Messines and Bizet. After climbing to altitude and circling above the front lines for a while, Ziggy spotted a pair of Fees skulking about. They chased them down across the lines along with Schwarm Eins. Eins got to them first and began their attack, but Ziggy was able to catch up and finish off one of the Gitterschwänze.
They then continued on and met a pair of Harry Tates. The Schwarm split up and Hahn tag-teamed with Schniedewind to go after one while Strasser and Träger went after the other. None of the bombers survived. Schniedewind claimed the one Zygmunt was after when he blew off one of the British machine’s wings. Hopefully he has more luck with his claim confirmations.
One section got a Rumpler on the 11th, This morning One section got a DFW it was to far away for Two section to share. The afternoon 2nd section caught it with a flight of 6 Albatross scouts. I was able to close one a boche and got hits the he just rolled and dove away so rejoined my flight. It had gone badly with 2 Spads shot down + a N-23 damaged. for 1 e/a.
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#4536777 - 09/12/2008:26 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Fullofit, AWOL? Im retired. I come from the nowhere and go to the no place. You will catch Vogel for sure. Raine, Im sure glad our commanding officer is still with us. Lou, Now I know where the "toothy grin" description comes from. Hope I didn't miss anyone, great stories gents.
We are having thunderstorms. I keep getting kicked off the internet, so this story is short.
Offstv Ivan Immer Roucourt Sept. 11, 1917
On a line patrol in the morning Ivan spotted a Coudron. It didn't take much to send it to the ground in NML. They continued the patrol and dove on a flight of DH5's on a ground attack. He made short work of one of them also.
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Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or a fool from either end. BOC Member since....I can't remember!
#4536778 - 09/12/2008:29 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)