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#4572188 - 06/18/21 06:54 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) ***** [Re: Raine]  
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June 19, 1918.


En route for a Rail yard attack , we ran into V struts. They were slightly below and Head on. We had them out numbered My section 5 a/c and 2 top cover against their 5 Albatross Scouts. We claimed 3 destroyed 1 was mine caught him down low and finishing a turn. Hits all over his machine then he roll into a diving turn hitting the ground. Zee Boche went Ker Spat. ! Dont know if was his side of the lines or not as I was getting hit by rifle fire 6 hits in the wing. 1 Spad damaged plus mine.

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#4572216 - 06/19/21 01:23 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Still trying to catch up with everything and everyone, hah. Sure did miss a lot.

Epower - Well and truly! It wasn't much of a fun time for him, being stuck in a bed like that. He'd have rather been out doing something that wasn't anyhow involving beds in any way. Messing with the nurses didn't even cross his mind in all that boredom, though I think the temptation of sneaking out certainly did. He never did act on it though.
Oliver I see is still up to all sorts of wild conspirological shenanigans, of which I must admit I am losing track of, but they are entertaining nonetheless.

Tross - Truly, it is quite like that sometimes, unfortunately.
So it's a Kevin now, flying an SE and doing quite well for himself! Killing off Fokkers which Dean himself is still yet to experience, and doing the good old familiar balloon busting. Well, the SE is a pretty good plane for doing either of those. Hopefully some confirmation will come soon.




Lieutenant Dean Andrews Cunningham
№64 Squadron RAF
Izles-Les-Hameux, Flanders
18th June, 1918.

16 confirmed


It may have taken me a almost a month of doing nothing but staring out the window and at my ceiling, but finally I was free of that comfy cage that I found myself bound to. At least I've managed to occupy myself with the occasional newspaper and receiving the odd message from Captain Hayden at the squadron sending his best wishes. Well, no more of that! He can say them in person now. Following my timely release and discharge from the hospital, I took a lorry down to the good old field of Les-Hameux. Arriving first thing in the early morning, I reported straight to the Captain. Funnily enough, he didn't recognise me at first and demanded to know what the emergency was that warranted showing up at his door first thing in the morning. That confusion and outrage soon turned to realisation followed by an accepting "...good god..." Once Hayden did get over my unannounced appearance, his mood lifted and he sat me down in his office deciding to bring out some of his very own stashed whiskey to celebrate. It was over the whiskey that we shared pleasantries and caught up on the current situation, which I think benefited me far more than him given my lack of adventures and misadventures over at the hospital. While I was gone though, things didn't seem to have changed and continued with the usual course of things. More dead airmen that were eventually replaced and cycled on with some new men. Not all bad though, as through this we managed to inflict some losses on the hun too, and as of now the Squadron once more stood at full strength and equipment, with at least 5 airmen with one kill to their names, not counting myself, still in the lead and Hayden at his 5. The situation at the front, so I'm told, has also not been as hectic as of late, which I suppose is a relief.

Following this catchup, I was allowed to go make myself comfortable again now that I'm back, which I tried to do. To my disappointment, the bike that I had borrowed turns out to have finally been dragged back to the squadron it belonged in my absence, by what I'm told was some frustrated looking airman that got sent out to retrieve it. Well, at least I didn't have to personally drive it all the way back. My so called most prized possession besides this diary, the Alb Tailfin, thankfully still remained and faithfully waited for my return. Well, there I was. Didn't take that long at all... I spent the rest of the morning catching up with the fellow comrades I left behind and thankfully found to be still alive now that I'm back. Everyone seemed to be doing quite well for themselves, out of those alive anyway.

Now that the 64th's ace and top flier was finally back in business though, the hard and the addrenaline inducing part of reality came crawling out the woodwork too. Something I myself was quite looking forward to, I suppose. Hayden announced that the Squadron had a single mission for the day, that being escorting RE8s in a bombing raid behind Hun lines. The whole Squadron would fly, with A flight providing us cover while we done our escort. Hayden, knowing that I'm just back, didn't seem to want to burden me with giving me command right away and instead opted to lead B flight with me flying on his wing. I didn't particularly mind, so simply went along with this without any disagreements.

The weather, while not the best that I've seen, was good enough for comfortable flying and moderately good visibility. The Squadron took off, with me flying at Hayden's side in a brand new SE5. Something that I myself, I must admit, rather missed and had almost forgotten the feeling of, so this brought back all sorts of good and bad memories. Despite the inherent dangers of combat flying, I must admit that this felt almost as a sort of joyride. Eventually we met up with our escortees and brought them up to and over the lines, where we were greeted by heavy archie that decided to play a thunderous fanfare to celebrate my return. This didn't bother us in the slightest, and we kept going.

At one point while crossing through clouds a group of plane broke through the cloudbank from the Hun side, flying towards our very own side of the lines a distance away. By the lack of archie attack and through a closer inspection of my own, it was quickly determined that those were Hun two seaters and a Pfalz escort to guide them, with this band of theirs amounting to six aircraft. We had the height advantage and the numbers, so dealing with three two seaters and a measly escort escort of three scouts would've been no problem, but alas, we had our own mission to attend to, so on Hayden's discretion we simply ignored them and continued our own guidance. The RE8s dropped their bombs over the heads of a number of Huns, and turned back home, with us following closely. A Flight at that point was nowhere in sight, having lost us in the clouds and turned for home maybe 20 minutes ago, so we broke off our escorts after leading them back and ourselves went home.

While by no means an overly blood pumping experience, being able to feel the joy of flight and aviating again was still a most refreshing experience, and seeing the squadron operating to its full capacity was relieving, given how many times the 64th would be on the exact opposite end of that scale. The question on my mind is now the lingering curiosity as to what tomorrow will bring...

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I bet you do, too, Buddy."
#4572218 - 06/19/21 01:58 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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NR, glad to see you still kicking around here. Thought we’ve lost you to the opposite sex. Yes, it’s going to take some time to catch up, but it can be done. Just ask Epower. Or … you can just skip all that.
What?! The bike is gone? How will Dean travel around the countryside now? That had to be a blow to him. Hopefully he’ll recover from it quickly.
So a simple escort mission to start with. Might as well ease into it comfortably. Get reacquainted with his machine, get used to the feel of the wing in his face. That sort of thing. The good news is that the 64th now has a full complement of men and machines. Let’s wait and see how long this will last this time. Welcome back!

Epower, you might be right about that itchy neck. And all this time Klaus thought it was just lice. Bullets between struts, you say? I guess Klaus has a lot of empty space between his ears.
Yeah, unfortunately I’m not that clever and that T at the end is just proof of me getting senile.
So Oliver’s plan had been foiled. If only he could get at that wallet. But stupid? No, extremely lucky though that Mertins didn’t go for his revolver and instead opted for hand to hand combat when Oliver confronted him. He was lucky the man he caught was there to protect him. Oh, the irony. And then the ball of lies begins to unwind. That Tennyson character reminds me of Mycroft Holmes as played by Mark Gatiss alongside Cumberbatch’s Sherlock. Calculating, intelligent, unscrupulous and with loads of authority.
Very well done episode. I share Catch’s sentiment. Gripping.
Good luck with that romantic interlude research.

Albert, I’ve never thought of it that way, but you may be onto something. Scouts that are escorted by bombers. Brilliant. That will screw with enemy’s head every time. I don’t mind the ground forces support missions, as long as the Fokkers are above the enemy when they clash.
Bad news, it’s always the new guy that seems to get it first. It looks like it was Keigwin’s turn to go. Wonder what kind of fairy visited him earlier?
It is apparent that Fokker’s new creation is no match for the SE’s. He’ll have to try harder. He’s already tried Dreideckers and Doppeldeckers. Perhaps it’s time to get back to basics with an Eindecker?
When will this three-ship madness end? At least they were allowed to bring it down in peace. Must have been a nervous period for Kevin, expecting the enemy behind every cloud. Hope the claims come through.

Trooper, it’s those blasted Strutters again, I know. Klaus nearly finished his career in exact same way as Rudi. Those Strutters fly exactly like those Rolands. No sense of self preservation.

VonS, you shouldn’t wait that long. I say hop in. This is the most exciting, most nerve wracking, immersive part of the war. The best planes, the biggest battles, the most dangerous time of it all. You’d have to wait another 4 years for this.
As to the award, I vote for “DiD eWard”. Aldi was ok, but nothing like Epower’s Magnum Opus. Just look at the research that goes into each episode, the attention to detail. The suspense.

18 June, 1918
Montingen, Verdun Sector
Jasta 18
Feldwebel Klaus Gustav Raben
Fokker D.VII
7 confirmed kills

The Strutter has been confirmed, but it was a bittersweet victory. Klaus has no machine to fly today. His is still being repaired and with no spares he’s grounded until the repairs are complete. It was a tough pill to swallow for Raben being grounded while the rest continued with their assignments. He’ll have to take better care of his mount in the future.


"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys,
The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain,
From out of my arse take the camshaft,
And assemble the engine again."
#4572224 - 06/19/21 03:26 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Bob - Oh no, the Dead is Dead just adds to the fun, and to the terror of fighting. No exceptions. I want to find out how it ends too since I don't know. Needless to say the tension level when in combat is on maximum.

VonS - good to see you dropping in. I echo Fullofit. Saddle up and get in there while there's time, otherwise it's two years of Moranes. I'm sure you can Mod in your spare (read: non DID) time. I'm unfamiliar with M. R. James but funny you should mention Sax Rohmer, given where Oliver is going today...

Albert - Unfortunate about poor Keigwin, he didn't last long. The young hares have a short life expectancy in 1918. Good work on those Fokkers. A burning gasbag is a beautiful sight. Best of luck on the claims.

Carrick - This could be the one! Fingers crossed for the claim.

NR - So very sorry to learn that Kevin missed out on the naughty nurses that Carrick's men seem to encounter with such regularity. At least Dean didn't have to deal with the pilot pool on his release from hospital. Alas for the bike. Nice to have an easy mission after such a long break. Just enough excitement to sharpen the focus without the terror of a 20 plane melee. Welcome back!

Fullofit - I see that Klaus is properly chastened by his reckless treatment of the machine. I do hope this latest setback will temper his rasher impulses.
Oliver was very lucky, no doubt. Whether Eliza, Grey-eyed Athene or dumb random chance. Mertins was probably out on his feet after a hard sucker punch to the neck but it's a good thing for all involved that the situation didn't descend into gunplay. Let's hope he recovers quickly and Special Branch don't hold grudges.
Aunt Rhea's eldest is a bit of a cypher. Nice pull with the Mark Gatiss cast. I like it, though my physical image of Tennyson is closer to the love child of Nigel Green in the Ruling Class and Rupert Everett in Parade's End. As much as I love Gatiss, my favorite Mycroft remains Charles Gray from those magnificent PBS Holmes series with Jeremy Brett. I do admit to yelling, "Where's your %$#%ing neck!" a few times, when Mr. Gray appeared onscreen. Old habits die hard.
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À la Recherche du Temps Perdu - Part 89


19 May 1918 (continued)
Royal Automobile Club
Pall Mall, London

I sat glued to my chair for the space of half an hour. Tennyson’s revelations turned my world upside down. Clarissa was a spy! Now that I thought about if it made perfect sense. Her father Hubert had a rather ambiguous curriculum vitae and from her stories he’d probably trained her to the role from an early age. Her knowledge of languages would serve her well. I remembered how she blended into the local population that day we spend in Hay. When we parted, she bore the look of one standing into danger. She knew then what lay ahead and that she might not survive.

As for the greater conspiracy, it was almost too much to grasp and I had no way of knowing how much of it might be true.

The knowledge that I’d be under the watchful eyes of Tennyson’s men came as welcome relief.
I needed a distraction, something light and funny, and the theater would be just the thing.

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Murray’s afterwards. I fell in with three officers of the Royal artillery. All had been part of the defense of Amiens. Small world. I had no shortage of dance partners. One lady wore a small piece of jade around her neck. Despite the mutual attraction I made no further advances. Too much on my mind. Both she and her necklace were lovely and gave me an idea.

I waited outside Murray’s for a good 20 minutes before Mr. Andrews returned in his taxi. He was surprisingly well informed on the subject in question.

“You might find one who deals in those wares in Limehouse, sir, but I’d be most careful where you tread in that place. If you’re set on your course, there’s a chap at the International would be the one to ask about that. Do you know the concierge, Mr. Tracey?”

Web of intrigue! Is there anyone in London who is not connected to the underworld?

Tracey remembered me from my visit last year and inquired after Parker. A pound coin refreshed his memory sufficiently regarding establishments in Limehouse. Mr. Andrews frowned when I told him the address.

“Pennyfields,” he said. “I wish it were the High Street to the east but at least it’s not the Limehouse Causeway. There’s all manner of mischief goes on there. You’d as like come to grief there as fighting the Hun, sir.”



20 May 1918
Royal Automobile Club
Pall Mall, London

Penultimate day of my leave. Slept late then over to Bruton Street to breakfast at the RAF Club. Hopped a taxicab and headed toward the East End.

Limehouse held a dreadful reputation. How much of it was justified and how much was mere disdain for the poor and the Chinese who dwelt there I didn’t know. Having explored many of the rougher parts of Shanghai, a midday visit caused me little concern.

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Pennyfields sat just north of the Isle of Dogs, abutting the West India docks. Here was the heart of the Shanghai community. Greater Limehouse to the West remained largely Cantonese.

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The day was cool allowing me wear my light trench coat without discomfort. This had the advantage of concealing my row of decorations. I was sure I had the correct address but the shop window sign read Tea and Groceries. The older man behind the counter betrayed only brief surprise as I entered his shop.

“Be welcome, Captain.” His native Mandarin accented his speech but only just. He spoke in an English just this side of Received Pronunciation. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I seek a pendant in jade.”
“I regret that I deal only in the goods you see here.”

“Mr. Tracey at The International recommended your establishment,” I said, handing him the note Tracey had given me.

Reading it, the old man barked an order to a nearby assistant. Rusty as I was, I only caught snippets of their conversation.

“This way, please,” he said indicating that I should follow him into a back room. The door was of normal size but as it closed behind us, I took note of the unusually thick and massive construction. Here was a room furnished in more traditional style, in stark contrast to the plain, almost shabby front room of the establishment. A fine carpet covered the floor. Three chairs surrounded a table, all had the telltale mitred joints characteristic of the Chinese furniture makers. Walking behind a high counter the old fellow retrieved a large lacquered box from a locked cabinet underneath. The thought suddenly occurred that the items might be stolen goods.

Too late now, Oliver.

“I am Zhang,” he said.

“Xìng huì,” I replied, using the more formal expression of greeting.

He inclined his head by the most infinitesimal of degrees.
Opening the red lacquer box, he set out three black velvet trays each displaying many pieces of jewelry. Items of stunning beauty with prices to match, I was sure. After a brief search, I saw the small pendant. It was perfect.

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“An excellent choice. This particular piece dates from the middle Qing dynasty.” said Mr. Zhang. "Here is the Phoenix and, on the reverse, is the chimerical Qílín."

The draconian nature of the Qílín gave me pause, reminding me as it did of Clarissa, but the piece captivated my imagination. The gift of a Phoenix seemed most appropriate for Eliza. After days of fruitless searching, I had exactly what I wanted. I held the piece in my fingers turning it over. The Jade warmed to my touch and shifted color in response. It was the real article. Beautiful. Who was she who wore it long ago? Whether it was Qing Dynasty or not, I had no idea. All I knew is that I had to have it. I’d not spoken a word of Mandarin in almost two years but I remembered enough to season the conversation. Now would come the bargaining.

“Such superb work. A rare piece demands a rare price - 30 Guineas.” said Mr. Zhang.

Gods! That’s 3 week’s pay.

Very slippery of the old fellow to bargain in Guineas instead of Pounds. The price would seem lower for the included extra Shilling but 30 Guineas was £31 plus a Ten Bob note. This was my first experience with a fine jeweler, legitimate or not. Fortunately, bespoke tailors like Mr. Pendergon also dealt in Guineas.

“Shūshu, my father will disown me for such an extravagance,” I said, addressing Mr. Zhang with Mandarin honorific Elder Uncle. “I will be destitute, forced to resign my commission, and driven to a life of piracy. The lady will find another. Would 15 Guineas satisfy the honor of your House?”

Mr. Zhang smiled. “For your courtesy, Nephew, and to spare your father the shame of your brigandage, I might part with such a treasure for 26 Guineas. I can go no lower.”

“My father would only beat me in that case, but with such ferocity that my bruised and bleeding body would no longer please the lady, and she would withdraw her favor. I wonder if 19 Guineas might be agreeable, for the sake of love?

“I am but a humble merchant, recently emigrated to a new land. I must act for my family, but your plight touches my heart. For the sake of love, I offer this for 23 Guineas though I rob my own children to do so…”

“Heaven will surely reward such a magnanimous gesture. I too am far from the land of my fathers. Twenty-three is such an inauspicious number as is 20. Does 21 Guineas leave sufficient inheritance for you beloved children?”

Mr. Zhang smiled once again.

“Yes. 21 Guineas is agreeable.”

It was a goodly sum, and I’d been spending money like water in recent days. Still, the gift was everything I wanted. I handed over nearly all my cash. I would need to draw on father’s gift of funds to stay flush.

A well finessed haggling concluded, Mr. Zhang returned the trays to the lacquer box. The shelves directly behind him held various objects of art, porcelain and carved wood, also a photograph of a young man. Noting my interest Mr. Zhang said simply, “my son.”

The man in the photograph was not the assistant I’d seen in the front grocery shop.

“Is your son in England?”

“No. He is in France with the Labour Corps. It is the only capacity in which he can serve.”

He was doing his bit in the Labour Corps. That made sense. There was not a large Chinese population in England as far as I knew, certainly not enough to raise a battalion of their own, and serving in the same unit as white soldiers would never be an option. Hard, thankless work but crucial to the war effort. The Chinese Labour corps allowed 100,000 men to stay in the line. I nodded in acknowledgment.

“A vital service,” I said.

“Nephew, permit me to summon a taxicab. You will not find one easily in these streets.”

“Shūshu, I have walked the darker streets of Shanghai. I can make my way to the train station.”

“Have you? That explains your Mandarin, however, I do not think you journeyed there alone. If you are seen in my company, all will know that you are my guest and none will dare interfere.”



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#4572226 - 06/19/21 04:53 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: epower]  
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As for mortal pursuits, how do you think I research all the romantic interludes in Oliver's tale? biggrin


Ahh. I see. Say no more. wink

#4572234 - 06/19/21 09:36 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Carrick - Well done to Henri on downing that Alb. Here's to a confirmation!

NR - Welcome back to young Cunningham. An escort mission for the first sortie and all went well thankfully. Those Huns must have seemed mighty tempting but discretion being the better part and all that, especially on the first mission back.

Fullofit - Well done on Raben's confirmed kill. Shame he had to miss out on the day's flying but a chance to rest up and forget about French two seaters for 24 hours at least. As for Kevin, the Fokker is a great aircraft but the Huns have yet to figure out the best tactics for it I think. In the meantime he'll keep doing what he's doing. There was only one place Kevin was going when that balloon burst....... home.

Epower - So Oliver relieved the tension in his bones with a visit to the Theater and a knees up with a pretty young thing. Nothing like an impromptu tete a tete to soothe the spirit.

So Oliver finally has his gift for Eliza, very pretty but blimey, he saw you coming, 30 guineas! Oliver is clearly no mug when it comes to bartering however, a bit of soft soap and job done. Still two weeks pay though. I hope she appreciates it.


"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."
#4572262 - 06/19/21 06:22 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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June 19,1918.

Balloon protection: 5 a/c doing circles for 20 mins No enemy contact

Line Patrol: Ran into e/a. We were trying to catch a recon type the escort ( 4 a/c ) turned on us . Zooming turning mine kept tight turns and pulling me down towards the deck and Hun land. Never did I line up well enough to shoot at Zee e/a so full power and Home James as the Amie say.
The flight claimed the 2 seat our losses were just a pilot wnd and 2 Damaged.

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Conteville

10 confirmed kills (2 awaiting confirmation)

19th June 1918

The previous evening was an interesting one. Several members of 24 Squadron did come across to 41 Squadron's mess. Kevin introduced Captain Barton to the other members of 41 Squadron and Captain Barton introduced the other members of 24 Squadron.

Captain George Johnson was yet another Canadian, from Woodstock, Ontario. Captain Bill Lambert was from the US, namely Ironton, Ohio.

All three were made welcome by those from 41 Squadron and Kevin had a good conversation with all of them.

The evening ended with an invite for 41 Squadron to visit 24 Squadron's mess soon.


Major Bowman confirmed only one sortie was planned for today and that all pilots would be involved. They were to escort six RE8's from 16 Squadron over to complete a reconnaissance of the front west of Lens.

The weather had changed for the worse. Thick clouds and rain had been there since early morning and did not seem to be heading anywhere soon.

The squadron took off and formed up before heading off to the rendezvous point.

Despite the poor weather they met up with the Harry Tates promptly and after gathering above the two seaters they headed off towards the front.

The journey passed without incident until they were nearing the lines. A large formation of aircraft appeared ahead and immediately made a beeline towards the RE8's.

Kevin spotted them as did the rest of 'B' flight and moved to intercept.

Kevin saw they were Albatros scouts and raced towards them. He blazed away as they raced past and scored some hits. He climbed and came around looking for a target. Two of the Huns had latched onto him however and a burst of bullets ripped into his wing.

Kevin rolled and dived and came around sharply to the right. It worked and one of the Albatros scouts flew across his sights and he fired into him.

The Hun dived away so as Kevin looked back, only one hun remained chasing him.

After several turns they had lost height but Kevin was gaining on the Hun. The German realised this and dived away but Kevin expected it and dived after him.

He blasted the Albatros who's engine seized up. Another burst hit the Hun pilot and the Albatros nosed down and went straight into the ground.

Kevin saw that the RE8's had already departed so he ​looked around for another target and saw another Hun ahead and above. He nosed up towards the German who saw Kevin and nosed down towards him. Gunfight at the OK Corral was relived as the two adversaries fired at each other as they faced up to each other.

Kevin reacted first though and threw the SE over and to the right. The Albatros was still turning right as Kevin came around behind him and blasted him. His lewis ran dry bit he kept hitting him with the vickers.

Another burst smacked into the cockpit and the Albatros went down into the ground.

Kevin could see another SE nearby and formed up and together they headed home.

On landing he learned 41 Squadron had downed five Huns without serious loss. An SE crashed on landing but the pilot was unhurt.

Major Bowman commended the pilots afterwards on their efforts protecting the two seaters.

He also confirmed to Kevin that although both claims from yesterday had been rejected due to claims made by ground units, the two claims from today were both confirmed by Lieutenant Claxton, bringing his score to 12.

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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."
#4572272 - 06/19/21 09:20 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Epower, I didn’t mean Mycroft’s physical appearance, just his character. Now, Mr. Ernsto Stavro Blofeld is in a class of his own. A class of his own.
I doubt grounding Klaus will teach him anything. It may frustrate him even more and lead to rash decisions to make up for the lost time. Hopefully he won’t have to pay too big of a price for it.
Speaking of paying the price. I must admit Oliver’s haggling skills are unparalleled. I’m just glad he didn’t have to haggle over a fake beard. He’d ruin the man.
Looking at the map, have you noticed how many urinals there are around Limehouse? Two. That’s two more than I’ve seen on any other map.

Albert, hopefully Klaus won’t see too many of those two-seaters, otherwise he’ll be spending more time waiting on repairs than actual fighting.
Kevin is truly taking advantage of the situation, but once the Huns get wiser … look out!
Today was another successful day for our hero. Two Albatroses in one outing. Great job. Even better that they’ve been confirmed. Too bad about the ones from yesterday, though.

19 June, 1918
Montingen, Verdun Sector
Jasta 18
Feldwebel Klaus Gustav Raben
Fokker D.VII
7 confirmed kills

No flying today. Bad weather and finishing repairs on his Fokker have frustrated Klaus yet again. The older Raben suggested he should take a trip into the city and do some sightseeing while he waits. Metz is a large place to get lost in. He may do some window shopping, get a proper meal and a bath. A bunch of posters plastered around the city reminded the German soldiers what the world would look like were they to lose this war. All or nothing - a bleak future to say the least.

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"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys,
The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain,
From out of my arse take the camshaft,
And assemble the engine again."
#4572279 - 06/20/21 01:25 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Fullofit - Nope, still kicking, though the opposite sex has been a bit tasking on the mind as of late, perhaps not for the best reasons.
The bike being gone will be the least of the problems, though it is an unfortunate departure! But, hey, the thing spent like a month over at the 64th. May as well bring it back where it belongs!
Truly though, a nice and simple mission back is certainly something Dean needed. Seeing the Squadron full like that is more of a surprise than anything, but hopefully a sign of good things to come for it!
Your man Raben I see is having some good time off, plus a confirmed claim. Well, less good with no plane, though that tends to happen I suppose. Just ask the 64th about their plane situation most of the time. As for the posters, well, better stay optimistic! Surely the war will be won by Christmas, this time for real, eh?
Thanks for the welcome though! As for things lasting.

Epower - Hah, well, Carricks men do seem to have some kind of natural attractor of their own to all those nurses and whoever else they come across, given the frequency of those encounters. Dean did manage to luck out in that regard, sans the bike disappearance but overall it was a good return making up for such a long time out of service. True that, reckon a 20 plane melee would've been a bit too much excitement on the first day back! Thanks for the welcome.
Interesting two days for Oliver then. First the theater, and then some bargaining with a most interesting fellow. That is to say though, it worked out and that does look like a pretty good pendant.

Tross - Indeed. Don't imagine the two seaters would've been ecstatic either had the escort just peeled off to chase opportunity targets without a care. Thanks for the welcome back.
Good day for Kevin then! A bit of a rowdy fight with taking some heat himself, but it paid off with the downed huns in the end. Unfortunate about the rejected claims, but at least those from today are confirmed for certain. Hooray for that. Quite atmospheric shots, I must say.

Carrick - An average day then, it seems? Nothing particularly bad but nothing good either, if you don't count not managing to get that hun.


Lieutenant Dean Andrews Cunningham
№64 Squadron RAF
Izles-Les-Hameux, Flanders
19th June, 1918.

16 confirmed


On a normal morning like any other, Dean had woken up early in order to prepare himself for the day ahead. After all, it was a long while he spent lying in a bed at the hospital, so he now that he was free to do anything but lie in bed, he was eager to exploit that opportunity. He made an attempt at a morning jog, but sadly his hopes for a peaceful jog were dashed by rapid onset of wind, clouds and rain and he had to break that off, left wondering if it would affect the operations for the day. It did not. During briefing, Captain Hayden announced another single mission for today. Nothing harder than a simple patrol behind friendly lines down south. Taking it easy thanks to the weather, Dean figured.
The patrol came and went, with the flight taking off, Dean still flying at Hayden's wing due to his insistance at letting Dean get used to the state of affairs now that he was back before he took command. Dean, despite being eager to get back into the swing of things, did not oppose. The wind and rain lashed his face as the flight climbed and eventually broke free of it through the cloudbank. From then on it was smooth sailing, with nothing as much as getting in their way nor making itself known during their patrol. Having lost enough fuel, the flight turned back for home and landed with nothing coming of it. That was to be it.

The Hun evidently had other plans, as not an hour later alarms started to blare and the crates were being prepared for a scramble. Looks like the Huns decided to pay the 64th a regular visit, and this time Dean was intent on giving them a proper greeting. Jumping into his crate, he flew at the head of the scrambling 64th, leading B flight into the charge to the skies, with A flight under Hayden following behind. Minutes later, the ground beneath them started to tear apart, clearly thanks to the Hun up in the sky, hiding behind the clouds and dropping bombs onto the field. This wasn't going to do at all, Dean thought. Wouldn't do at all... It took some time, but eventually they broke through the clouds, Dean almost blinded by the sudden shine of the sun in his face. Regaining his composure, he scanned the sky and found the would-be raiders of their field. An entire flight of Rumplers, still milling about and trying to carry out an attack.
There was no hesitation, and Dean ordered an attack, though to no immediate effect. The hun after all still held height advantage, and it took effort and time to climb for their now breaking formation. Dean eventually found himself a single one and started to chase it down, getting closer and closer, eager to deal some damage to the thing while it tried to run off for the lines. Looking back, to his confusion, he seen the rest of B flight trying to follow behind him and pin down this very same Rumpler. Slightly bothered by their target fixation, he was ready to dismiss it and find the positives of getting some extra witnesses for himself when suddenly his eyes went up above the climbing 64th. Several hundred feet above them was the rumpler formation, chasing after the lone Rumpler he was going for, also trying to make a break for the lines. Despite this, both sides seemed rather oblivious to each other... Well that was awkward.

Eventually Dean closed the gap, opening fire on the Rumpler and dodging the return fire from the gunner as the two-seater went into a turn and went for the formation. Dean gave chase, and the 64th joined, finally turning and seemingly spotting the flight above them. A chaotic melee ensued, in which the Rumplers started circling in the sky, gunning for every SE5 they could get. Amidst all this, B flight were chaotically dodging bullets and each other, trying to in turn gun down the Rumplers. Chasing down his original target in this mess was impossible, and Dean soon settled on the closest Rumpler to him that he could find instead, with another SE5 on it already.
Diving in for an attack, he shot relentlessly, bullets striking into the Rumpler's fuselage and in turn holes starting to appear in Dean's wings, but it did not deter him and he intensified his assault, having to reload his Lewis at one point before continuing. Watching the SE5 do an attacking run on the now descending Rumpler, he dashed in behind it trying to fit his own strike in, himself getting clipped a few times by bullets coming from behind him now, caught in the crossfire of his SE5 comrade than in the sights of the Rumpler, though thankfully the shots soon stopped and he opened his own fire again, cursing his luck and promising to give a stern talking to whoever it was accompanying him in this attack. Turning his head from the friendly fire instigator to look at the sights and instantly pushing down the trigger, he dove for the Rumpler, tracers and bullets going straight into the wing and cockpit, closer and closer yet. Cutting his throttle to hang behind the Rumpler's 6, but overestimating his deceleration he found the dive was just a bit too steep and called for a break.

The Rumpler, coming in from the below to the left broke upwards to the right, hoping to evade. Dean, coming in from above to the right broke downwards to the left, hoping to evade. With a crash fabric and wood came flying upwards and dowanrds, right and left, as both planes shred their wings in the impact as they clipped one another, sent into a nauseating spiral. Somewhere amidst this descending spiral Dean came to. His head hurt immensely, and his vision clouded with blood through the cracked goggles. Somewhere lower down the body, something wooden was now jutting through his body, but he did not care or pay mind to it. Instead he merely looked on. He looked and saw his wings, now ripped spinning down to earth on their own. He looked and saw the Rumpler in the distance, spinning just like him on their way to the ground. He looked and saw the sun, blindingly bright as he spun down lower and lower, now disappearing behind the clouds, replaced by the rush of winds and the rain, the ground coming up closer and closer and soon enough Dean saw no more.

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"Those who survive a long time on the battlefield start to think they're invincible.
I bet you do, too, Buddy."
#4572287 - 06/20/21 09:14 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Carrick - A difficult mission but Henri came through it. Blimey they're making him wait for that claim.

Fullofit - Klaus had a day out in Metz, nice. The propaganda posters are far from 'nice' though. Very interesting, i've not seen that one before, where did you find it? As for the Fokkers, the air war in general is about to take a turn for the vicious and all pilots better watch their six.

NR - So what started as a run of the mill day with Cunningham seemingly getting himself back into the business of flying, ends with a sickening collision and a death plunge. I'm sorry to see Cunningham go. He worked very hard for those 16 kills and seemed destined to lead the Squadron at some point. War is no respector of talent or worth.


"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."
#4572288 - 06/20/21 09:44 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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How do you guys manage attaching files to posts? 1mb is kind of restrictive and surely some of you upload content above that. Is it a special permission thing? A nod or a secret handshake? How is it done?

#4572290 - 06/20/21 10:25 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Tross - Suppose that's just how it is in war. It really doesn't care for who you are or what you do, you still risk dying all the same. Quite a shame but was bound to happen one way or another, just quite ironic it was a two-seater of all things. Seems like those were Cunningham's arch enemy at this point. Well, risks and losses as these are what makes the DID experience all the more engaging I suppose! Maybe the new pilot will fare better.

Catch - I personally just convert everything to JPGs. Might make for lower quality photos, but it squeezes everything to a couple hundred kb so it works, not sure about what some others do. 1MB is quite restrictive though, true.


"Those who survive a long time on the battlefield start to think they're invincible.
I bet you do, too, Buddy."
#4572294 - 06/20/21 11:23 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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NR, oh dear! What a blow! Just after coming back from the hospital. Dean must have been more rusty than he thought. He should have stayed with the nurses for that much longer. At least the bicycle is back with its rightful owners. Tough luck. I hope you’ll pick up with another pilot soon. RIP Ltn Dean Cunningham.

Albert, it was from some book on propaganda. I forget the name now. The screenshot I took of it has been sitting in my queue for a while now.

Catch, I do what NR does - keep my attachments to below 1 MB. Sometimes I have to trim some of the image if the jpg conversion is still too large.

20 June, 1918 08:40 morning mission
Montingen, Verdun Sector
Jasta 18
Feldwebel Klaus Gustav Raben
Fokker D.VII
7 confirmed kills

Finally Klaus’ Fokker was ready for action this morning. When he heard today’s briefing, he could hardly believe it. The mission was a rerun of the mission from 3 days ago: ground forces support near Nancy. Would he suffer the same fate again?
Quite the opposite, after clearing the low hanging dark clouds and getting above the muck they were allowed to reach the front lines unmolested. It was the furthest Jasta 18 have flown since their move to Verdun sector. It didn’t take long to find some targets. Two flights of SPADs flying at a lower altitude attracted their attention. They all swooped down on the unfortunate French biplanes and Klaus was able to shoot one full of holes and watched it go down. He then latched on to another and began the process anew. Another Fokker flew very close by, trying to take out the same target, but Raben wouldn’t have any of it. This one was his. He followed the Frenchman closely and crippled his plane sufficiently for it to spin down and crash below. The rest of Jasta finished the remaining SPADs off and they all turned for home. There were no holes in Klaus’ plane this time.

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20 June, 1918 15:30 afternoon mission
Montingen, Verdun Sector
Jasta 18
Feldwebel Klaus Gustav Raben
Fokker D.VII
7 confirmed kills
Awaiting two claim confirmations

The HQ was stubborn and ordered to repeat the ground forces support mission again. Same place, different time.
They were approaching Malzeville when Klaus spotted five dots in the distance at a lower altitude. They will have a field day with the unfortunate pilots down there. The Schwarm went after them, but then more planes emerged from the clouds behind the original quintet. At first, just three more, then another two behind them, then two more and another pair just behind. He wasn’t sure it will be this easy anymore. The second group was a bit further behind and this let the Germans scatter the approaching Nieuports. Klaus could see now their markings. These were the Americans and the Nieuports they were flying were very nimble. It took a while to get one of them in front of his guns, but he was successful. As he followed his target, another one flew towards him. Without thinking he pulled on the control stick and while doing a loop, he fired at the belly of that Nieuport, then continued following his new target by rolling to right himself up. Klaus continued to engage the N.28 as the Amerikaner squirmed to get away in a dive. The Fokker kept up right behind and finished his prey off. The Nieuport continued to dive to his death while Klaus gently levelled out and looked for another kill. Instead, one found him by diving on Klaus’ Fokker from above. It was a SPAD, most likely from that nine-ship formation that was following behind. The enemy didn’t keep his place long behind the Fokker’s tail. It was soon outmanoeuvred and was now diving quickly to avoid Spandau wrath. Klaus couldn’t keep up and only spotted the enemy again when it levelled out and was far ahead and on his way back across the lines.

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Klaus didn’t think the duel was over already and followed the French machine over the mud. He caught up to him when the SPAD was already circling his aerodrome. It didn’t take any effort at all to get behind his foe and bring it down in full view of his airfield occupants. Once the SPAD was vanquished, the Fokker picked up some height and returned across the lines back to his own base. Overall it was a successful day for Jasta 18.

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"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys,
The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain,
From out of my arse take the camshaft,
And assemble the engine again."
#4572316 - 06/20/21 04:06 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Henri N. du Fay
Spa 94,Sgt
Roissy en France
Aerodrome

4 Victory's
2 Unconfirmed
2 Pending

June 20. 1918.


Esc 94 is on the move. Relocated to Roissy en France. The Aerodrome is more spacious and un to date not to mention closer to Paris. Our Sector is is the West side of the Bump in the lines

Afternoon Offensive Patrol: Zee Boche are active . mixed it up with 6 Pflaz Types. Our 3 top cover didnt engage so II Sections 5 a/c took on the fight. We got spread out all over NML and both sides of the lines. 4 Spads Damaged 1 Claim Mine a force down enemy side of lines. Yellow Tail Zee e/a was hard to knock down or else my shooting is very bad. Landed with 10 rds left in the Mg.

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#4572327 - 06/20/21 06:20 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Fullofit - Who knows, maybe a longer stay at the hospital would've changed the course of things just enough for Dean to have survived. But alas, that's how it goes in war. The bycicle finally rests too, where it belongs. Here's hoping someone will take care of that blasted tailfin he had lying about! For what its worth, I sent a PM to Raine, so a new pilot oughta be on the way! It was good while it lasted, eh?
Good first in that first sortie, nevermind the nearly suicidal flightmate. At least Klaus managed to avoid himself a fatal collision! Following that, what seems like a very tense melee and then a far more simple kill Pretty good day indeed, nevermind HQs fixation on this one place. Gotta say, those 28s, as inferior as they might be really can spin a whole bunch, huh?

Carrick - Well, being closer to Paris has its advantages I'd imagine, being able to get there far more easily. A pretty alright fight too it seems. Those pfalzes can take a beating sometimes.


"Those who survive a long time on the battlefield start to think they're invincible.
I bet you do, too, Buddy."
#4572329 - 06/20/21 07:15 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Fullofit - Klaus is right back with a bang. In fact, several bangs. His first run in with an American Nieuport and he came out on top. Sandwiched between some tasty SPADs. Let's hope they're all confirmed. That Nieuport didn't want to go down though, clearly. I bet his heart dropped when he heard the mission briefing.

Carrick - Henri is doing a fine job. He's doing the Aviation Militaire proud. Pfalz's are tough cookies.


"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."
#4572334 - 06/20/21 07:51 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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2nd Lieutenant Kevin Carroll
41 Squadron
Conteville

12 confirmed kills

20th June 1918

Major Bowman took the briefing and again confirmed only one mission would be flown today. Both flights were to be involved and heading off to the lines west of Lens.

The weather was still very poor, thick clouds and rain remained as Kevin and the others took off. 'B' flight was being led by Captain Chappell and headed off west after climbing upto 12000 feet.

The outward leg went ok until they were south of Bethune. They'd cleared the rain clouds and with the better visibility up high Kevin saw a formation of aircraft to the left. His head followed them as they headed towards 'A' flight.

Kevin signalled to the rest of 'B' flight and swung around to go help.

As he approached he saw a large melee starting and recognised the enemy aircraft as Fokkers.

He stayed up high and looked for a target. He spotted one as a Fokker flew underneath him either running for home or heading towards the rest of 'B' flight. Either way he rolled over and dived down onto the Fokker's tail.

He blasted the enemy aircraft who rolled and dived. Kevin went with him and series of scissors ensued but Kevin always had the advantage.

Another burst and the Fokker levelled off. Kevin lined up and blasted the enemy with both weapons. The Fokker burst into flames and tumbled down into the ground.

Kevin looked around and saw another SE nearby and formed up with it. It was Captain Hemming. No other enemy aircraft could be seen so the pair headed home.

Several other SE's had already landed as Kevin and Hemming approached.

Later on Kevin's claim was confirmed as Captain Hemming had seen it fall, bringing Kevin's total to 13. Four Fokkers were downed for the loss of one SE. The pilot was ok thankfully.

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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."
#4572366 - 06/21/21 05:37 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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NR - A crushing blow. Just when Dean was getting back in action, too. Very sorry to see Dean go to the House of the Death God. The struggle of flying horses becomes more dangerous than ever.

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