Rupert E. Hentzau Feldwebel, Jasta 6 Kette. Zwei Aertrycke, Aifield. 1 Unconfirmed. 1 Confirmed
Jan 16, 1917.
Our 4 a/c Patrol met up with 6 Frenchies ( Mixed Spads and N-17's ) at 4000 meters over NML. They loss 2 machines ( 1 was mine & 1 Hollers ) ,but they got Schultz, no one saw it. He just never came back. My Kill was a long range shot , the e/a staggered then went in a uncontrolled spin.
#4503913 - 01/16/2012:59 AMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Oberleutnant Lazlo Halász, Jasta1, Proville, Flanders January 15th 1917
"Go on then, tell me", whispered the nurse, with a mischievous grin.
"Tell you what?"
"Oh, you know! Tell me! Is it, err, well, you know..." her voice trailed off in embarrassment.
"Is it big, like the rest of him, is that what you mean?", replied her friend with mock disapproval in her tone. "Well, you'll be disappointed to know that it's merely average in size". Nurse Higginstein's face fell slightly.
"Oh well. What about the colour then?" Nurse Winsmorsch turned to her with an exasperated sigh.
"What do you mean about the colour? Has he got red pubic hair, is that what you're asking me? How should I know? It's dark under those sheets and I can't say as I was taking that much notice! It's not much fun dealing with bedpans, you know. I don't hang about admiring the scenery!" Nurse Higginstein giggled.
"Ooh, you are funny sometimes, Mildred".
"And you are far too curious for your own good, young lady! Keep your smutty thoughts to yourself, if you don't mind?"
"I can't help it if I'm attracted to big men", said Nurse Higginstein, smirking. "Big, RED men". She added with a wink.
"Well, he'll be on the mend soon, so you can ask him for yourself, about his personal particulars, if you're so wickedly bold to do so!" Both nurses laughed out loud at this, just as matron came around the corner and indicated to them to shush immediately, her index finger pressed firmly to her lips.
Back in Proville the Jasta had been informed that Lazlo was to be detained in hospital under observation for a week. His left shoulder blade had suffered from the impact of several bullets, which had since been removed, but another bullet was embedded somewhere near his left hip bone and was proving difficult to dislodge. Further surgery had been postponed for a while, until he had recovered some strength. He'd lost quite a lot of blood in the process of all this, but he was out of the woods for now. Meantime the Jasta went about the business of war without him. Winter had Flanders in its grip, and flying was intermittent. The men looked forward to having their schwarmfuhrer back as soon as possible.
[insert one of Carrick's nurse pics here]
to be continued.....
Last edited by HarryH; 01/17/2008:47 PM. Reason: needed more 'Germanic' names
#4503991 - 01/17/2001:32 AMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Carrick, Rupert better be careful dressing up as a Frenchman, if he gets caught in that garb he'll be shot as a spy, or a clown. He should stick to the bier stub next door, it looks to have a lot to offer. And a new, freshly painted Alb for the lad, hurrah!
Raine, the origins of crud at last explained. Well done, and no surprise Collins had something to do with it. Also, some of those Rolands are indeed bullet sinks.
MFair, yet another of your brave pilots bites the dust. Sorry to see Frank go, we were just starting to really get to know him. We look forward to meeting the new man when you return.
Fullofit, ding dong the balloon is dead! Let's hope the Hun don't have another one like it ready to take its place. As to his award-to-claim ratio, Chesty seems to be right in the average.
Harry, Lazlo's luck nearly ran out there - gripping! Fingers crossed on a full and speedy recovery. But he may not be out of the woods yet, what with Nurse Higgins on the hunt.
Wonderful stuff as always gents, a most enjoyable time spent catching up here on all the stories and videos and screenshots.
Swany is still a guest of the Dutch, and while the authorities will be allowing him to leave they are dragging their feet on the final approval on his paperwork - proving a point no doubt about who's running the show in Holland.
#4504090 - 01/17/2008:46 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
MFair, sorry to find out about the demise of your latest chap. Hope you didn’t get the chance to grow fond of him yet. Better luck with ‘G’!
Carrick, where does Rupert find the time to go frolicking around as a French clown AND paint his Albatros?
Harry, I’m glad Lazlo is fine (better than fine - I hear those sponge baths are something). It is a bit of a letdown that the Big Red isn’t big ... or red. Hopefully the nurses will keep that to themselves and I’m sure the man’s got it where it counts the most - going down.
Lou, better get a move on. There is a war going on, don’t you know?
The bell rung out suddenly. Scramble! Toby dropped the fork with his runny eggs and ran to the hangars. They barely were off the ground when the bombs hit the hangars. They didn’t have enough warning to prevent the attack. Toby saw the Huns high up continuing their attack, but could do nothing. By the time they reached the altitude the enemy was long gone and hidden by heavy clouds. The ‘B’ flight chased the phantom bombers east hoping to catch the invaders, but they must have taken a less direct route and thwarted any chance of pursuit. Mulberry gave the sign to return home. Back at the mess his plate was still sitting on the table where he left it. The egg congealed on the fork.
"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."
#4504206 - 01/19/2003:57 AMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
MFair, I have just been catching up on my Woff reading and wanted to say congratulations on an amazing start for Frank. But then I read on… I’m away this week with work so we’ll connect when you get back from your hunting trip and I get back from Ottawa. I hope the next fellow has more luck.
Carrick, good God man! Get back to the airfield. Don’t you know there’s a war on? OOOh, look at her… That engine failure on takeoff must have been a scare!
Harry, that nasty surprise on Laszlo was way too close. Good job putting the machine down in one piece in that state. And it seems you have found a hospital that employs a few of Carrick’s nurses. Good on you!
Lou, I can’t wait for the next instalment in Swany’s story. Hurry back.
An Airman’s Odyssey – by Capt James Arthur Collins, VC, DSO, MC
Part Ninety-Four: In which I experience wins and losses
On 11 January 1917, I led a line patrol along the front in the Bethune-Armentières sector. The new fellow, Kerr, came with us. It was his first time over the lines. As usual, I had Orlebar and Child as well. We ran into a formation of five Halberstadts and stalked them from a couple of miles away, gaining height and manoeuvring around them to the south to get the sun behind us. Unfortunately, the Huns were too alert and turned to meet us. The first pass was head-on, like a jousting match. I was worried about Kerr. He had been ordered to stay above the fray unless we had complete surprise. Now we had lost that surprise too late for him to stay out of it. And what a wild scrap it was! I got a crack at two or three HA, all purely snap shots with no time to aim. I saw a Hun behind Kerr and scared him off. Another Hun slipped behind me and put a few rounds into my machine before Child chased him away.
As happens so often, all of the sudden I found myself alone in the sky. I was down to four thousand feet and several miles into Hunland so I turned west and climbed at full throttle. First Orlebar and then Child formed on me. Several black puffs in the distance led us to Kerr, who grinned and pumped his fist as we pulled abreast of his machine. We headed together back over the lines.
Then off to the south a lone machine appeared, heading east. I turned towards it and caught up with it quickly. It was a Halberstadt. The poor fellow didn’t see me coming and I closed to thirty yards before firing. The machine's propeller stopped and it flew along steadily for several seconds. Then it simply put its nose down vertically and smashed into the mud below. The entire flight witnessed his end – my twenty-fifth confirmed victory.
"The machine's propeller stopped and it flew along steadily for several seconds."
The next day we were to shoot up ground targets behind the lines near Lille. The flight had to carry on by themselves as my Hisso gave up the ghost ten minutes after takeoff. I found a convenient field and put the machine down nicely. Just as a warm rush of pride came over me, there was a terrific crunch and the Spad lurched to a sudden stop. Our infantry had used this field as a training area and it was crisscrossed with shallow trenches populated by plywood targets on stakes. Into one of these trenches I had deposited my undercarriage.
14 January saw more excitement. We were again ordered to attack ground targets, this time well behind the German lines in the area north of Cambrai. Here we found a Hun aerodrome and had, as poor Hansel would have said, a ripping time shooting the place up and making the poor Huns run about comically. But it was too fun to last. Five Halberstadts showed up to the party and we had a rollicking show of it just over the German sheds. To add to the frivolity, the ground Huns got their wits about them enough to man their machine guns, which they fired indiscriminately at friend and foe. I hit one HA and saw it spin down but dared not follow it down to see the crash. A minute later I fired a long burst into another Hun and saw it fall out of control. After several minutes of this scrapping, the fun war for both sides and we headed home. There had been four of us – Kerr, Orlebar, and Colburn from B flight. Colburn was one of the unfortunates who still flew the BE12. When we formed up he was missing.
Kerr had seen my first Hun go down and I was credited with the kill, my twenty-sixth.
We lost Kerr the next day. We had escorted several Quirks on a bombing run. The weather was terrible, a mix of snow and rain low clouds and high buffeting winds. As we returned, frozen and miserable, Kerr was the first to land. He came in low over the tree line at the north edge of the field, flying the same direction in which we had taken off two hours earlier. But he failed to notice that the wind had turned about and he was caught in a gust. His machine staggered and stalled, then hit the trees. He must have unbuckled his belt; he was thrown free, breaking his neck.
The following days were cold and clear. We were ordered three days in a row to shoot up a German rail depot. This seemed like a futile gesture since we lacked bomb racks. Apparently it was good for morale to chip away at the brick warehouses around the marshalling yard. Every day we returned full of holes. On the third day my machine packed it in during the return trip and I landed at Camblain L’Abbé.
On 18 January, I flew with Orlebar and Lieutenant Robert from A Flight. We were ordered to patrol a mile to over the lines west of Cambrai. Just north of Bapaume we encountered a very large formation of Halberstadts escorting a pair of Rolands – probably a dozen HA in all. They spotted us and had the height advantage, so I chose the better part of valour and ran away. But as soon the Huns gave up the chase and continued to make their merry way homeward, we climbed after them in hopes of meeting a straggler.
We saw no chance of this, however, and began to turn north-east. Orlebar came abreast and waggled his wings. He began a long shallow dive, and I soon saw a hint of movement against the earth below. Yet by the time we should have met the elusive Hun he was gone. We milled about a bit and then, suddenly, found ourselves under attack by two Halberstadts and a Roland. Now it was every man for himself. I partnered with one of the Halberstadts and we zoomed and dived and circled and split-arsed about for ages until I caught him with a full-deflection burst. His machine staggered and I was soon behind it, firing away. We were now directly above the aerodrome at Ablainzeville, near Bapaume, and the fire from the ground was intense. I discharged at least 100 rounds at the HA and it spiralled downwards, levelling out at the last minute. Amazingly, the Hun machine rolled directly in to an open hangar at the edge of the field! I circled and landed, and sprinted to see the enemy machine. There was quite a fuss among the ground personnel. Two different NCOs were claiming to have brought the Halberstadt down with machine gun fire and neither said they even saw me behind him! The poor Hun pilot was quite dead, having been hit in the head, neck, back, and right leg. I ventured an opinion that the injuries were consistent with having been shot from behind more than from below. The opinion was not well received by the fellows gathered about, and a captain arrived to offer me a drink in an act of diplomacy.
Hun in the hangar
Back at Fienvillers that afternoon I claimed the Hun in my combat report. I was not hopeful.
#4504267 - 01/19/2011:11 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: Nov 2014 Posts: 2,595Fullofit
Raine, that’s some trick to park a dead Hun in one of the hangars. You should get the credit for that alone. Congrats on the recent confirmed victories and keeping my fingers crossed for that last one as well. Sorry to learn of Kerr’s demise, but he would have bought it sooner or later, seeing how he had a problem with obeying orders.
Today they were certain their mission would be a milk run. Patrolling over friendly aerodrome of Ablainzeville would guarantee a trouble free flight with no Hun daring to fly this deep into friendly territory. The warmer temperatures signified a change of scenery with snow visible only in some places. Mulberry was looking forward to a quiet mission and quite annoyed when a Roland attacked them just after take off. The bothersome Hun dove at the just forming flight of Pups, attempting to park himself behind Mulberry. Toby would have none of that and avoided the attack. His wingmen chased the Walfisch away and Toby was able to position himself behind the Hun at a safe distance and chip away at him while everyone else had a go as well. Eventually, after softening the enemy up, Holtcombe was able to finish him off and the Roland crashed in a field near the aerodrome. The mission could then resume. As expected there were no other encounters over Ablainzeville and Mulberry’s flight returned home after the assigned time has elapsed. Holtcombe’s claim was rejected in favour of the Ack-Ack crews at the aerodrome. Toby sensed his wingman’s disgruntlement and offered to finish a bottle of brandy with him to drown his sorrows.
Toby was distraught. He found out their next mission was another balloon busting, this time south of Monchy. Mulberry clenched his teeth and began his dive on the gasbag. Booker followed. The balloon grew larger and larger in the gunsight. Toby squeezed the trigger and a steady stream of bullets ripped into the canvas without making much impact. A familiar feeling of futility swept over him as he was getting dangerously close to the balloon. He pulled up at the last second letting go of his Le Prieur rockets. Toby felt a blast of heat coming from under him. The target was falling earthwards in a smoldering heap. Toby felt lighter than a feather. He gave the sign to regroup and turned for home. There was no further opposition of any kind to speak of. The Huns seem to be occupied elsewhere it seems. The balloon was quickly confirmed even before the claim was made.
Toby’s flight was in the process of taking of from Vert Galand on their balloon busting mission east of Vimy when they were pounced by a Schwarm of Halberstadts. Mulberry saw two crashes immediately after they’ve merged. He couldn’t tell if those were Germans that misjudged their dive angle or friendlies that have been shot down. He quickly got on the tail of one of the marauders and sent him down trailing a thick plume of black smoke. The Halb made a very poor landing attempt bouncing on the field below and ending up digging his nose into the turf, before crumpling to the ground in a big cloud of dust. He then found another one and attacked. Toby’s machine gun made quick work of it and the second Hun hit the ground hard. Toby looked around and saw more smoking craters before noticing another Hun being chased by his flight mate. He followed them in case the Pup needed assistance. The chase was dragging on and Mulberry lost his patience. He quickly got on the tail of that Halberstadt as well and sent him spinning into the ground near Doullens. He then took stock of the situation and since there were no more enemy planes to threaten the mission he decided to press on. He was worried. Holtcombe and Mackenzie were missing. He hoped against all hope that the smoking craters he left behind weren’t theirs. He could see the ‘A’ flight far in front making good time towards the balloon. Toby watched as two members of the flight ahead descended on the target, attacking it with their guns. It did not look like they were making any progress. He worried it was another one of those gasbags full of Kaiser Stoff. It was now his turn. His Vickers announced their arrival and soon after Toby’s Le Prieurs proclaimed that it was time to go. He felt a hot wave coming from behind. The entire flight turned as one and followed the ‘A’ flight back to base. When they landed, Toby was relieved to find out that his wingman was alright. His plane was damaged in the initial attack and he had to land. Mackenzie was also safe despite his plane being a total write off. Toby made claims for the 3 Halberstadts and the balloon. It was a good day for RNAS-8.