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#4529083 - 07/07/20 08:57 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) ***** [Re: Raine]  
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Raine, that was an unfortunate turn of events with those two Gothas crashing into each other. That raid would have been that much more effective. At least the pilots saved themselves somehow. And those Englanders didn’t expect such a show. They will definitely be talking about it for days.
That is a very menacing picture of that Gotha over the city.

MFair, those Nieuports have got to go. Harris is going to run out of good limbs to be shot before 40 Sqn exchanges these sesquiplanes for something more reasonable. Maybe Ainslie will spend enough time in the hospital to be surprised by a new machine after getting released? Fingers crossed.

Epower, do you mean the Longbottom Leaf? It can be found on the internet that Professor Tolkien stated specifically that “it is a strain of the herb nicotiana”, a member of the Nightshade family, thus tobacco, but I prefer to think otherwise.

7 July, 1917 13:40 afternoon mission
Ghistelles, Flanders Sector
Jasta 17
Offizierstellvertreter Zygmunt Dolf Hahn EK2
9 confirmed kills

Scramble! A flight of SPADs made their presence known above the aerodrome, but each one Ziggy tried to target slipped away soon after a short dogfight. There was no way to catch them even in the slick D.V’s others were flying. They were some truly quick devils. Those boys at the Albatros factory better come up quick with an answer to this new menace. We need planes that are fast, sturdy, well armed, maneuverable, climb well and have a great visibility all around.
And bulletproof.


"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."
#4529087 - 07/07/20 09:18 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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The great leap forward is upon us. I'll be dropping three or more days at a go. I've numbered them so you won't skip ahead by mistake or if you want to let them accumulate and really settle in.

À la Recherche du Temps Perdu - Part 1 of many


1 June 1917
54 Squadron RFC
Flez, France



0550 hrs. Escort 3 RE.8s from RFC-52 on a bombing run 2 miles E of Cambrai. Mac, Nobby, Charley and Sutton. At the rendezvous point near the Étang de Bihécourt we found the Harry Tate’s along with 6 of the Baron’s Men!

Down low. We caught them flatfooted!!

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I led B-Flight down. A-flight followed, and the slaughter began.

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On my second pass thru I caught an all red one and put a good 30 rounds into him before zooming past and back up. He fell out of control followed closely by another Pup.

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The day was not without losses. I couldn’t see who it was.

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Diving in again, I latched onto another red Albatros, its fuselage ringed with a fat grey band.

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I must have hit him. He stopped jinking after the second burst. Another 20 rounds and the Hun exploded right in from of me! Bits of Albatros torn away floated in the air as the burning torso of the fuselage fell to earth rolling over and over. An awful sight.

The squadron office was joyful chaos, everyone talking at once, replaying the events of the fight. Uncle was just off the phone with a battery commander near Hervilly/ Montigny Ferme aerodrome. Burr was the man on fire. He managed to dive and extinguish the flames before making a forced landing nearby, singed but not hurt badly. The Harry Tate’s all returned safely.

The afternoon show was a mass rush as we cleared the field ahead of a Hun bombing raid. All aircraft got away safely. No damage. I could see the bombers high above, escorted to the lines with bursts of Archie.

Four empty chairs in the Jasta 11 mess tonite! Four! Nobby and Sutton got one and Foster recorded his first kill. A festive mess tonite.

I got to talking with Pixley. He mentioned he’d be returning to Canada after the War. This was a surprise.
“I went there with the Shooting VIII in school. Lovely place, Ripper.”
‘Did you?” I asked. “In that awful old school of yours. Harrow was it? No that’s not right. Charterhouse?”
“Hear hear!” cried Pope.
“That will be quite enough of that, Pope,” replied Pixley, looking wounded.
Uncle was shaking his head nearby, looking dejected as well. “Oh that’s just unkind, Ripper.”
“I remember now. Rugby!” I said triumphantly.

Both Uncle and Pixley’s faces fell as one. Uncle put hand to forehead and massaged his temples, muttering “oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,” then recovering his composure he lowered his neat whiskey by a good inch and turned to me.
“This simply won’t do. We have renamed you, and now it seems we must see to your education as well.”

“Pay attention, Ripper,” said Pixley. “There will be a test later. Now, repeat after me…

“Rugby may be more clever,”
“Harrow may make more row,” Uncle intoned in turn.
“But we'll row forever,” sang Pixley
“Steady from stroke to bow,” returned Uncle.

Together they rose in full voice for the last lines.

“And nothing in life shall sever,
The chain that is round us now,
And nothing in life shall sever,
The chain that is round us now.”




2 June 1917

54 Squadron RFC
Flez, France

0450 hrs. Line Patrol over Bullecourt. Ominous grey thunderheads but only light rain. We chased a two-seater East but lost him in the clouds. No other e/a sighted.

1320 hrs. Barrier Patrol SE of Arras. Reports of heavy activity on that sector. Raining steadily. Visibility poor, flying conditions miserable. I lead Meissner Grevelink Nobby and Foster. On the southern outskirts of Arras, we ran into the Jasta 11 crowd again.

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This time they held the advantage
A-Flight dropped down and leveled the odds a bit.

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I dodged the first attack then reversed onto the Hun.
Meissner joined the fight and we drove the Alb lower. After a minute of this the Hun ran for his lines with the two of us in close pursuit. Meissner’s Pup was running fast today.

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He caught the Alb and shot him down in flames.
Gathered Nobby and the three of us headed back over to friendly territory. Crossing No Man’s Land we spied an Albatros returning home and gave chase. A6215 was running a bit rough today. Nobby shot out ahead and ran down the Hun while I covered.

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Nobby fired one short burst then waggled his wings and broke off. Gun jammed?

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I fired and 60-70 rounds from longer range and got him smoking.

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I closed and after a short burst…another explosion! I barely dodged the wreckage as it flew over my left shoulder. I’ll never get used to the sight of the aeroplane just flying apart like that. Jarring, every time it happens.

Both Albatri confirmed. I now have 17. The pilot in yesterday’s combat was Georg Simon.
The songbook is here! Cinquante-Quatre arrived today complete with Grevelink’s wonderful illustrations. We spent the night in song. Oh that syncopated fire control…

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3 June 1917
54 Squadron RFC
Flez, France

0445 hrs. A late night with all the songs but I felt good this morning, not having had much to drink. With Foster Mac and Ackers we returned to the rail yard at Avesnes le Sec junction. My rockets set the sheds on fire but after 100 rounds my Vickers jammed, and I couldn’t get the round clear. Thankfully there were no Huns about or on the return trip. We left the rail yard somewhat the worse for wear and returned to Flez for a proper breakfast.

Major Horn is off to hospital to have his knee fixed. He’s never been the same since he wrenched taking cover from that night raid at Chipilly. It locks out at random times and he can’t fly safely. Strugnell will assume temporary command when he returns from leave. We’ll be in good hands there but it also means our most experienced flight commander is flying a desk.

1315 hrs. Line Patrol from Old Mossy Face SE to the Cambrai road. Stumbled on a two-seater. I finally got into good firing position below, but my gun jammed after 70 rounds.

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Hyde came charging right in and put him down.

The DFW fell out of control. Good old Milford!
Unfortunately, the Hun passed through the solid clouds and nobody saw him crash.

We’d just finished reforming when 3 high Albs overflew the formation then attacked.

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I mistimed a reverse and paid dearly. Spandaus hammered A6215.

Controls slow to respond, well-ventilated canvas flapping, I put the nose down toward the nearest cloud and ran. The Hun didn’t follow. I thought about setting down at the advanced landing ground near Longavesnes but in the end I nursed the Pup home to Flez.

In the end nobody saw the DFW fall. No crash, no claim. Squadron rule.

Sutton led C-flight this morning and all six of them got in on an Albatros. Not sure how that’s going to play out up at Wing, but it made me happy to see the M.C. suffixed to Pixley’s name on the report.




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#4529088 - 07/07/20 09:25 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Fullofit - yes, Longbottom Leaf, Old Toby ... frown the South Farthing's finest.

One can only imagine the Elves as loadies. They don't die naturally and they don't sleep so they need some sort of diversion. I mean after 10,000 years just imagine the liver damage from drinking. And how many times can one of the Firstborn play Morgoth/Seven Dwarves and the captive Elf Princess, Beren and Luthien do Norgothrond, or forbidden love with the Nazgul before it gets stale?

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#4529101 - 07/08/20 01:10 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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MFair – my gosh, the curse of the Gong Fairy strikes again! That was certainly a close call. It's going to be interesting to see how Harris and Mannock get on. I've always had a great deal of respect for Mannock. He was a sensitive sort and likely a manic-depressive (excuse the pun) towards the end. But he was one of the greatest leaders of all the aces.

Fullofit – I agree with Ziggy's assessment of the kind of aircraft the Germans need right now. After wallowing through 1916 in Moranes, BE12s, and early and underpowered Spads, I went over to the German side just in time to miss the Camels and SE5s. I swear that the next chance I get I am going to treat myself.

epower – Oliver is putting together a heckuva career. He is starting to swat Albatri out of the sky like Mulberry used to! Beautiful photos. And a splendid touch adding the Eton Boating Song. First rate!

Carrick – I see that Fido is continuing his medical studies…

Tagebuch of Fw Hans-Dieter Vogel, EK2

Jasta 26, Iseghem (Izegem), Belgium

Part 12

“She’s a beauty – tuned perfectly, freshly painted, rigged to perfection, and never been roasted.” Steinmesser has a good laugh at my expense as I ease myself into the seat of my new Albatros. “Now, as for those dung-stompers you’re wearing, we had to modify the toe-grips on the rudder bar. You’ll see that we have a sort of half-bracket so you can slide those silly boots out quickly when you set this machine on fire.”
He is referring to the high rubber farmer’s boots I am wearing. There are still bandages on my feet and calves and I am wearing a double layer of felt Fusslappen (foot wraps). These boots are the only thing that fit. They came from a local pig farmer and cost me a bottle of good brandy. With him is a young mechanic named Witte, who tells me in gushing terms how proud he is to work on my machine. I am embarrassed and awkward and Steinmesser is loving it.

It is nearly two in the afternoon and I am newly cleared to fly. I am to lead a group of five – Blume, Dannhuber, Loertzer the Younger, a new man named Antoni, and me – to meet with a group of two-seaters and shepherd them over the lines to take photographs. It is good to be back. The day is hot and wonderfully clear, not a cloud to be seen. We take off and turn to the south-east to begin our climb. Scarcely have we watched the needles of our altimeters pass the one thousand metre indicator when a group of black Flak bursts appears a few kilometres to the south. I waggled my wings and we climb towards the action. Several Nieuports are harassing a lone two-seater that is making for the aerodrome at Halluin. We arrive in time to scare one of the English machines off our comrade’s tail. I turn behind the enemy scout and for a second and frozen in fear – Blume’s wingtips are overlapping my own just to the left of my cockpit! I roll away and quickly recover below and behind the Nieuport. It takes only two bursts from my Spandaus before the Englishman falls into a spin. He crashes just west of the aerodrome where the two-seater is landing.

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"It takes only two bursts from my Spandaus before the Englishman falls into a spin."

Now life becomes interesting. Tracer rounds flash past my head. I roll left and turn hard to avoid the fire. For a moment I wonder if I am targeted by ground fire because I see nothing. And then from behind and below, the brown English machine rises up like a dragon from its cave. It has a large radiator like an automobile and neatly angled wings. Unlike the other English machines I have encountered, this one has two machine guns. I recognise it as one of the new scouts from the Royal Aircraft Factory. These are the best machines the enemy has, we have been told. I become a believer when the Englishman’s next burst punctures my fuel tank and damages and aileron. I fall away from the fight and dive for the aerodrome at Halluin. Fortunately my comrades entertain the English scout so that he is unable to follow. I bank sharply just above the ground and drop onto the field. My hosts from the two-seater squadron place a telephone call to Iseghem. They will send the lorry with spare parts and mechanics. For now, I enjoy a couple of eggs and coffee and wait for my heart to stop pounding. I wonder if Blume will also claim the Nieuport. When I play the scene over again in my head I know that he was firing at the same time as I. I asked for the telephone to call the squadron and submit my report.

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#4529104 - 07/08/20 01:21 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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I hope to catch up with everything, both with Reggie and with everyone’s reports. Had an odd internet outage in my house for three days now that will hopefully get fixed tomorrow, so I can finally update (no way am I writing all of that through my phone).

Cheers!


I got fired as the door man at a sperm bank.
Apparently it's in poor taste to tell leaving customers "Thanks for coming."

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#4529108 - 07/08/20 01:56 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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#4529118 - 07/08/20 04:58 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Raine - Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the skies...It may be ugly but it's fast and has big teeth. Good thing Hans has that fancy new DV. Love the screenshot. Yet another reason not to fly Nieuports.


À la Recherche du Temps Perdu - Part 2 of many


4 June 1917
54 Squadron RFC
Flez, France

0900 hrs. Slept in for the first time in forever. Just the one show for me today. The morning patrol was an escort of Harry Tates from RFC-9 to bomb Riencourt. Finally bringing some muscle in to hit the enemy aerodromes! I led Sutton, Nobby, Ackers, and Burr as we collected the RE.8s near the source of the Somme and headed north. Crossing the lines over Mossy Face, the skies were clear. Light Archie but nothing serious.

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RFC-9 made their drop and headed for home. That’s when the Albatri arrived just slightly above our altitude. I attacked one headed for the Harry Tates.

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The Hun fixated on the RE.8s and didn’t see me until I was on him. Too late.
He fell, thunderously, and his armor clattered upon him.

Horrible news on my return to Flez.

Pixley is missing. He went with C-Flight escorting Capt Clement and the Fees of RFC-22. They had a scrap and he went down. A battery reported seeing a gliding Pup land safely behind the lines so maybe there’s hope. Pixley and Reg Charley were are great friends. Reg remains hopeful, in fact he gathered all Pixley’s belongings together to send to his parents. Charley is a great soul and most devout. I try to share his optimism that Pixley is alive but when I reach into the place where hope should be, I find it empty. I fear my friend is dead.

Pixley was one of the bravest men I’ve ever known. I’ll never match him for cold physical courage. We fought so well together. How many times had we saved each other’s lives? We’d quarreled over something I still don’t understand. Stewart flat out told me to leave it alone, so I did. Pixley and I mended it. Friends have a go at one another from time to time, I guess. He was my friend. It took me some time to realize that. I remember he was so happy for me when my MC came through and so relieved when I made it back through the lines. He never said so, but I think he felt responsible for my Hindenburg Line escapade the day he fell ill. For my part, I never felt right about my MC coming through before his. In the end it all worked out. Capt. R.G.H. Pixley, MC. I’d pointed to the MC suffixed to his name on yesterday’s combat report. I don’t know why. Silly thing to do but he just smiled and clapped me on the shoulder. I could never tell him how much I admired him and now he’s gone. G@%&amn these Huns.




5 June 1917
54 Squadron RFC
Flez, France

0550 hrs. Defensive patrol Nurlu aerodrome to Bapaume. Over Bapaume the le Rhone vomited oil and began a horrid clanking. I thought to make for Lechelle but soon realized it was too far.

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I set down on a road not far from Bapuame.

Didn’t get back to Flez until mid afternoon.

Uncle had some news for me. My Albatros from yesterday was confirmed. Eighteen. Irrelevant. What was of interest was the news that it was Voss. Voss brought Pixley down.

Chalmers went today. It’s just me and Grevelink in our hut now.

C-Flight escorted 22 Sqn Fees to Lesdain and were attacked by 6 Huns. Three went after Chalmers who managed to land his damaged Pup and set it on fire. Shortly thereafter, Capt. Clement lured the Huns into an ambush near the lines. He estimated between 10-20 HA. Sutton led C-Flight and they had a huge scrap. Sutton claimed 2, and Stewart, McFarlane, Foster and McGregor claimed one apiece. Difficult to say for certain as they couldn’t follow the Huns down.

Chalmers didn’t last long. I should have done a better job teaching him. Kantell too. Both he and Chalmers arrived on the same day not three weeks ago. Chalmers must be alive if he burned his Pup. There’s some consolation in that.

Clement said the Sweetheart Voss was there again and drove down one of his Fees. Fortunately the two men, Capt F. P. Don and his G/O Lt. H. Harris made a safe landing behind the German lines. Then the Son of a #%&*$# strafed them! They were down 4 miles behind enemy lines and he strafed them. Infamous!! Voss needs to be dealt with, that’s all there is to it. Let it be me. I will send him down to the house of the death god.




6 June 1917

54 0Squadron RFC
Flez, France

0600 hrs. Escort our friends from RFC-52 on a recce to Bullecourt.

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I heard a faint ripping canvas of Spandaus before I saw the Hun. A single Albatros attacking the Harry Tates. Did he not see us? I ran him off. He led me quite the chase but, in the end,

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I put a solid burst into his cockpit. He reared straight back, then went over out of control and crashed a mile SE of Arras.


1430 hrs. Defensive patrol from Flez to Matigny. Empty sky. No e/a sighted.

Grevelink and Sutcliffe are down behind the lines and most likely Gone West. On offensive patrol they had a huge fight near Cambrai. Several reports of two Pups on their backs going down out of control.

I didn’t know Major Sutcliffe well. He was barely here a month but flew well and had several victories. He just needed more time. My hutmate Grevelink I did know. Born in India, both his father and grandfather were Army officers. He was on the shooting VIII at Bedford. He must have competed against Pixley, they were nearly the same age. Sandhurst, the Yorkshires, wounded at Ypres. Great flier. Brave and resourceful tactician. He was just coming into his own as an artist. I was always looking over his shoulder when he was drawing. I’ve no talent for art, but it’s always fascinated me and he never seemed to mind. Maybe he and Sutcliffe managed to recover and are prisoners now. I doubt it though. Few enter inverted spins voluntarily. Fewer still recover from them. They are most probably dead.



7June 1917

54 Squadron RFC
Flez, France

My hands are swollen, knuckles torn, and hurt like hell as I write this. I pounded them against the bag in a rage last night. It didn’t start that way. I only wanted some exercise and to try and quiet my mind. Hadrill, Monty, Kantell, Pixley, Chalmers, Sutcliffe and Grevelink. My thoughts turned shortly to darker things. With every punch and kick I dreamed of killing with my hands. After an hour, maybe longer, I don’t really know, the long-suffering Cpl. Johnson appeared and tried to get me stop. First, he held the bag and gently suggested maybe the bag had had enough. “It’s Hors du combat, sir.” he’d said. I ignored him and bloodied my fists further. I’m not sure I even saw him. I recall his look of fright when I finally stared at him, but he wouldn’t leave. He kept asking me to come and inspect his work on A6215. In the end it was Ackers whose voice woke me out of it. Cpl. Mitchell must have gone to find him.

“Oliver. Come away now. Leave it be,” he said quietly.
I’d not heard my given name from anyone but Eliza in almost a year. It woke me from the spell of violence like a bell at the end of a boxer’s round.

I let Corporal Johnson show me what he’d done for A6215. It was the least I could do.

0445 hrs. Back to attack the Avesnes le Sec rail junction. Stunningly beautiful morning. No clouds in the sky.

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Captain Clement and 22 Squadron overflew us as we took off. He is quite an amazing fellow. An ace in Fees. He’s been with fighting in RFC-22 since last July. I just learned that Stewpot started off with 22. That’s must be how he knows Clement.

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With Ackers, Nobby and Hyde we gave the storage sheds a good going over.



1300 hrs. Escort RFC-9 to bomb enemy positions east of Monchy-le-Preux.

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Near the rendezvous point at the Étang de Bihécourt a single Albatros attacked. Another suicidal Hun. Why would he do this? There were five of us.

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Too keen. Far too keen. He fell near the Balloon battery east of Hervilly/ Montigny Ferme aerodrome.

Yesterday’s Red Tail rejected by Wing. Today’s Albatros confirmed. Nineteen.

Alone in our hut, I tried to sort through Grevelink’s things, but I just couldn’t do it. In the end Uncle gathered them up and sent them to his parents. I thought about taking one of the drawings, but I have them in the book, and I bought a second copy just in case.

Everyone here just moves on stoically. I don’t know how to do that yet.

“There will be a test later, Ripper…” D@mn right there will be, Reg, but it’s nothing like either of us imagined.




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After days without the internet, here is the proper write-up for Reggie up until the 7th. I will have the report for today later today.

Times are changing
The Diary of Flight Lieutenant Reginald Capell, No. 9 Squadron, R.N.A.S.

After a few hectic days, I finally have the chance to collect what has transpired. Luckily, my diary was not lost in the move and I hope to keep it on me rather than storing it with luggage.

3 July
I wasn't as hungover as I should have been, a sign that I'm gaining quite a tolerance. The sun was coming up as I was summoned to prep for the first mission. At 0545, Pierce led us on an intercept flight near St. Quentin. The show went on without any contact, but my Pup struggled the entire time to keep with the rest. I also began to feel the digestive effects of drinking as much as I had, and spent the last 45 minutes of the flight fearing I would make a mess. Safe to say I made it.

When we were back on the ground, Mott had me meet with the Squadron Commander who had finally returned. Sqd Cdr Ellis was a tall man with dark circles under his eyes. After a short introduction he told me he was impressed with my success in such a short period of time. I mentioned that I was doing the best I could in the Pup, in which he replied he had been informed by Mott my opinion on that situation. He believed I seemed to be doing quite well for myself for someone that was "struggling" in an outdated machine.

Around 1400 we flew another intercept call, this time up north near Bapaume to the northern tip of Havrincourt Wood. When we arrived, we found A-flight in need of some assistance. A single DFW had been escorted by almost a large group of Albatri (bait if you ask me) and A-flight had the disadvantage. Our arrival changed that and a fight ensued. The black-tailed Hun were twisted and turning. I did everything I could to not run into one of the friendly Tripes. I fired into a few and nothing was worth noting. Eventually the skies cleared and I was by myself. I circled for a bit and Mott found me. We took a look around the area, but when archie opened up on us we decided to head back.

Before dinner, Sqd Cdr Ellis called the squadron pilots for a meeting in the mess. He wanted to inform us of some important news that had summoned him to St. Pol. First, he wanted to let us know that the new Sopwith scouts were coming and to expect them within the month. I was overjoyed to hear this. The reports on the crate had been mixed when it came to piloting, as it had higher torque than other scouts, but its abilities were the best on either side and would certainly turn the tides of the war. I could finally see the day coming that I could get out of the Pup. Second, we were moving north within the next few days, so we were ordered to begin packing and have only a small kit to live out of. The movement notice would be short-notice. I had just grown comfortable in the quiet, country area of Flez-Cuzy. I was sad to say goodbye already.

4 July
I was surprised that to learn the learn before that we weren't scheduled for any early dawn patrols, and weren't airborne until around 0645 for a deep offensive patrol, something the CO said we would be doing more in the future. Mott led five of us over the lines well into Hunland, flying over Longchamps (between Cambrai and St. Quentin). We hadn't been there long before Mott began rocking his wings and frantically pointing up. Above us was as swarm of Albatri and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel fear. They had a height advantage and were already diving fast. All we could do was turn and meet them. I was able to turn completely around before the others (a trait of the Pup I do find favourable) and fire head on, sending them scattering. There were 6 to 8 of them to our 5. I fire whenever one was in front, I could see various Tripes twisting and turning. They were definitely able to regain a height advantage on the Hun. Finally, one settled into my sights and I fired. It wasn't long before he was smoking and diving straight down, spiraling on the way. I didn't see it crash, but I'd take my chances on an out of control claim. I levelled and turned West, startled (again) to see Simpson next to me.

*I want to point out to myself that I let myself get too focused at time and never notice my wingmen around me when I have luck shooting. I need to fix this before I head west for good*

We turned back home and landed, finding pieces of our flight there alright, Mellersh returning last. Everyone had holes in their crates. Mott down two drams of brandy before heading to the HQ office. Simpson said he saw my Hun spiralling out of control but didn't see a crash. Sdn Cdr Ellis said he'd put it in the claim, laughing at me. "If it's confirmed that's four Hun in under two weeks...in a Pup." I knew griping about the Pup would backfire.

We were instructed to escort two RE8's down south beyond the Oise, close to Soissons, for photo recon. Pierce and Mott led four of us. We didn't reach our waypoint south of St. Quentin before we were pounced by another flight of Albatri. The RE8's dove West immediately and we engaged the Hun. No one could get a clear number. Some said they saw five, Pierce insists in was eight. Regardless, it was a dizzy battle of fast-paced turning and diving. Everyone said they had a piece of something, but no one could make a claim. Once it settled, I circled for a bit and didn't see anyone. Once I had enough, I returned back and, to my surprise, found the rest of my flight waiting for me. They thought I had bought. Fortunately, it wasn't so.

That evening was quite a busy one. First, it started with the CO telling us we would be heading north the very next morning to Filescamp, where we would be sharing the field with 60 Squadron. 22 Squadron had left that day to head to the neighboring aerodrome at Izel-le-Hameux. Lorries were loaded with all of our gear and took off before dinner.

Next came the bigger news. The CO, Mott and Pierce took me to the HQ where the CO had me take a seat. He pointed out the window. "You see what's going on out there?" I looked out and could see the Pups being wheeled to trucks. "They're gone, and I'm sure you're the happiest to hear it." I agreed and chuckled, although, I admitted that I was growing fond of it. The CO caught my sense of humour and assured me that I'd be happy with the replacement. "You have a Tripe now, at least until the Sopwiths come in, and then we'll all transition in due time." I was elated and thanked him. I asked him why he chose to just tell me, a few of the other newer pilots were still flying Pups and would be equally thrilled to hear this. "You're right about that, but I think the new Flight Lieutenant can give them the news." It took me a moment but I realized that I just received a promotion. I was shocked to hear the news. I thanked him and must have sounded confused. "Capell, you've earned it. From what Mott has told me you have caught on faster than expected and have proven yourself. This is what the squadron needs right now: leaders. You're showing the signs of that and I want you to step up." I thanked him, but he reminded me not to let it go to my head, which Mott agreed with (this time with a smirk). He told me once we get to Filescamp that Petty Officer Brand is good with a needle and thread and would fix rank when everything is unloaded. I went to bed excited over the new rank, the new Tripe, and the promise of a new area to fight.

5 - 6 July

It was an early morning, with everyone up and ready before 0300. We were to fly to Filescamp in three groups. Mott would lead the first, Pierce just behind him, and they told me to lead the rest behind them. We were to remain distanced, but close enough to see each other. At 0445, we took off, my first flight in the Tripe and it was a dream. It gained altitude without issue, it was faster than the Pup, and the visibility was a dream. We flew through the early morning haze that burned to clear sky.

We arrived at the new 'drome and circled until all were landed. The new pilot Redgate crashed his on the far end of the field and gave the CO a fright. We were met by some ground personnel, many new mechanics were assigned. The entire area was massive. A nissen hut was my new berth, and I had a make-shift room to myself. The fellows at 60 Squadron came over to say hello, invited us for a drink and some cards.

On the 6th, the squadron spent the day setting up. I took a quick 30-minute familiarization flight over the field to get the lay of the land. Arras was easy to spot, and the major highway that ran right along the field was an easy landmark. That road was busy the entire day, and I learned it was the same at night. Trucks and marching troops headed East as medical trucks and beaten and dirtied troops slouched west.

Pierce spent much of the afternoon going over the maps with me while Brand sewed my tunic. I was informed I was leading the dawn patrol at 0400 and to rest up.

7 July
At 0400, I led four others to Vimy for a patrol and to engage any two-seaters. We learned quickly that there were many (of both sides). We engaged DFW's (Boutillier bagged one) and, later in the patrol, we encountered more DFW's. Only the one claimed, we returned after two hours and waited for the next mission.

At 1115, Pierce took four of us up for an intercept to the North, between Lens and Lille. When we arrived we were pounced by a large group of Albatri. All of them had red tails with multiple colors on the fuselage (but all of them had navy blue in some form in it). They were quick, my better fighters than down south. They gained advantage quick, turning faster, always finding the tail easily. I took shots anywhere I could find it. I fired into a yellow Hun, a green Hun. One had all colors of the rainbow. My Tripe did its best, but it definitely could turn as sharp, but gaining height was a breeze. The Hun disappeared as quick as they had appeared, and we returned back to base.

We celebrated properly with a binge for Boutillier.


I got fired as the door man at a sperm bank.
Apparently it's in poor taste to tell leaving customers "Thanks for coming."

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À la Recherche du Temps Perdu - Part 3 of many



8 June 1917
54 Squadron RFC
Flez, France

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Son of Tydeus…

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“Who among mortal men are you, good friend?
Since never before have I seen you in the fighting where men win glory,
yet now you have come striding far out in front of all others,
in your great heart, who have dared to stand up to my spear far-shadowing.
Yet unhappy are they whose sons match warcraft against me.


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“Sir. It's Five O'Clock, Sir. Lovely morning. Patrol in an hour.” Parker’s nasal cockney voice and hand on my shoulder drew me awake. For once he didn’t interrupt the best part of my dream.

0600 hrs. Balloon strafe east of Tergnier with Ackers, Mac and Charley. I had fired at most 20 rounds of Buckingham when the Vickers jammed. I was so distracted by the gun that

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I forgot to think of England as I fired the rockets and missed by a wide margin.

Reg Charley was right behind me and finished the job. Kaiser Bill was short one gasbag.


1430 hrs. I led Ackers, Nobby and Hyde deep into Hunland to attack aerodrome at Le Cateau. The other three did some damage to the hangars while I shot up the Kasino. Prost!

I can’t get that stupid Eton boating song out of my head. “…and nothing in life will sever, the chain that is round us now.” Maybe I don’t want to. It keeps me from thinking about murder. My dreams, however, are another matter entirely.

Mulberry, the great naval ace has also gone West. Two days ago west of Roulers, fighting against overwhelming numbers of the enemy. Over 100 victories in scouts and he was flying a DH4 when he died. What madness. Was he being punished? Collins, Captain Ball, now Mulberry. They’re all gone. Swanson, a fellow American, is the only leading ace left among the old hands. I hope to meet him someday.

“When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.”

Bah! Pixley wouldn’t moan like this. None of them would. Whatever they felt inside they’d buck up and get on with it. I need to do the same.



9 June 1917
54 Squadron RFC
Flez, France

0545 hrs. Line Patrol Old Mossy Face and points 9 miles SE. A new cast for B-Flight this morning. I led Ackers, Burr, Pope and Meissner.

As we crossed over the Somme, two Huns flew high above, returning east. Throttle open wide, I gave chase, climbing as I went. The new Le Rhone purred in response.

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Just over the lines, SW of Cambrai we caught them. Two DFWs! Reaching a point above them I gave the signal to attack and dove. I botched the approach again and flattened out well astern of the Hun but I had speed to close the gap quickly.

A good long burst into the engine but the DFW flew on. I broke off to let the next man have a go and realized I was completely alone. Where hell is everybody? Did I outrun them?

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I climbed again and dove in for another pass. This time I could see the bullets impacting around the pilot. He slumped down in the cockpit and the plane began a slow descent. All this time I was trading rounds with the Observer who acquitted himself appallingly well.

A6215 was shot through. Controls felt mushy and the new Le Rhone was making ominous clonking noises as I broke off and headed back to the lines. The two-seater spiraled down and out of sight.

No sign of B-Flight as I crossed back into friendly lands. By now the poor Le Rhone was making a frightful racket, so I made for Hervilly/ Montigny Ferme and landed there. Such a shame, that engine was the best one I’d ever flown. I should never have gone in alone against a pair of two-seaters like that. Not with a single Vickers and maybe not even with two guns. Foolish Oliver. Very foolish.

I didn’t get back to Flez until late afternoon. I had indeed run away from B-flight who lost sight of me. Nobody saw the DFW crash. No claim.

News of a posthumous VC for Captain Ball. Well earned. A shame they couldn’t give it to him when he was alive.



10 June 1917

54 Squadron RFC
Flez, France

0445 hrs. Strugnell escaped the squadron office and led the morning show, a defensive patrol SE of Old Mossy Face. I flew #2 with Charley and Mac. The reports of increased Hun activity were accurate. Three Black tails!

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One had a faint white Star of David on his plane. Was this the one who got Major Sutcliffe?

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Strugnell joined in and we fought a long descending double attack down from 11000. The Hun flew magnificently well against the two of us. He might have run at any time but chose to fight it out. I finally got a strong burst in. He went down out of control and crashed near Gonnelieu.



1315 hrs. Offensive Patrol from ProNville aerodrome to Monchy-le-Preux. I led Pope, Ackers, Nobby, Sutton and Hyde. We crossed over just north of Mossy face and engaged high Albs over ProNville. The boys from Jasta 12 again.

I’d just dodged one attack when a second flight of Albatri appeared overhead. The sky started filling with a whirling vortex of Huns several thousand feet high.

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I was almost out from under when a third flight of 4 arrived over the top of the scrap. One with a black snake on the fuselage came through and hit the Pup hard. Amazingly, I was undamaged. Time to go. I ran west and thought I’d made good my escape when I looked back and saw two Albatri following. Dropping altitude to keep my speed up I was just over Old Mossy and running out of altitude when they caught me.

The game of cat and mouse began in earnest. I dodged their attacks, all the while trying to work my way farther west. Useless.
The hell with running. Let us fight now.

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“Come nearer so that sooner you may reach your appointed destruction.”



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The Huns were not well coordinated. A hard reverse put one in my sights.

I fired at Black Snake with a long-range deflection shot and must have hit. He left the fight right after. One more snapshot at the other and he headed east too. I went in the opposite direction but as I looked back toward the wood, I saw him circling down so I flew back over. Shallow circles all the way to the ground where he soft landed between the lines.

Confirmation of both kills greeted me as I entered the Squadron Office. My second Hun escaped into no man’s land, but two mad Tommies went out under heavy fire to retrieve what they could from the Albatros before Boche artillery started falling. That sounds like something Thomas Prewett might pull off. I wonder how he and the Gloucesters are getting along. The pilot was Leutnant Herman Becker of Jasta 12. My 21st victory.

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Epower, did you say Elf Princess? I don’t know about you but I could find a few things to do with her other than get stoned. Are you sure it’s an Elf Princess and not a Bong Fairy?
Baron’s boys aren’t having much luck with Oliver’s outfit. That definitely is carnage when the two get together. Manfred must be hopping mad!
Pixley is gone? That evil Gong Fairy! It’s like a kiss of death. I guess he was flying low over the trenches as usual?
Voss needs to be dealt with! Agreed, very unsporting to strange down pilots.
So, who’s left at Cinquante Quatre? It seems every man Oliver knew had gone west. That’s a terrible rate of attrition.
Congrats on the latest victories. Oliver is “ripping” through the Hun. That’s more like it. 21 kills to Winningstad’s credit. Not bad for a Yank. I smell the pungently sweet fragrance of the Gong Fairy approaching.
So, Oliver finally got Voss ... in his dreams! Well done!
Has it been this long that Mulberry took the dirt nap? Time flies.

Raine, I have a feeling it’s those masochistic tendencies of yours that “help” you pick your airplanes. I just hope that by the time you get to treat yourself the enemy will be operating those Dreideckers.
Could you’re those Fokkers now, with those S.E.5’s and all. Lucky that Hans didn’t end up in a hospital again. Life is going to get difficult for the Germans.

Ace, my fingers are crossed for a speedy Camel arrival. Hope Reggie can get on from the first batch. And so I keep on reading to find out that it will be a Tripe instead for a while. Hopefully not too long. Congrats on promotion as well. Well done!

8-9 July, 1917
The weather forecast for the next two days was abysmal. There would be no flying during that time and Ziggy was already going stir crazy from sitting around.
The only distraction on that day was the arrival of Fw Otto Fitzner who would bolster Jasta’s strength.
Once the excitement subsided and the new pilot settled in, Jakob Wolff asked Zygmunt to come with him to the hangar where the new arrival’s aeroplane was parked.
Ziggy ogled the plane with glee, wishing for one of his own for a long time now.
“- Do you like it?” Wolff asked the young pilot.
“- What’s not to like? And why is everyone else getting one and not me?” Ziggy felt like a young child when he wasn’t getting his toy.
“- Well, it’s the luck of the draw, I guess ...”the older pilot attempted a weak explanation.
“- But ...” Zygmunt started to protest.
Jakob put his hand up to silence Hahn. “- And this is your lucky day. Congratulations, this one is yours now.”
“- What!? Are you pulling my leg?”
“- Nein, Junge. It is yours. Fitzner only ferried it over.”
“- How long have you known about it, you old lump?!” Ziggy was excited.
“- Two days, and ... some respect Junge. I can still take you over the knee and beat some manners into you, ja?”
Zygmunt wasn’t listening. He was dancing around his new Albatros. Now it’s all even field. No one would overtake him anymore and steal his kills. Yes!
Träger happened to walk by displaying little interest in the going ons.
Ziggy caught his eye and communicated his intentions in the universal sign language. With the outstretched middle finger and index finger he made a gesture of pointing at his eyes, then with his hand turned around he pointed at the other man. Träger got the message, pursed his lips and wrinkled his nose. Time of poaching victories from Hahn was over.


"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."
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Fullofit, congratulations on Ziggy getting a new mount. I hope we can hold on until the triplanes arrive.

Epower, I am incredibly impressed by what Oliver is achieving with his Pup. Perhaps something new for him will show up in the future. Your photographs are outstanding. The one of the flamer (Voss, I think) was very dramatic.

Vogel is back in the air again today.

Tagebuch of Fw Hans-Dieter Vogel, EK2

Jasta 26, Iseghem (Izegem), Belgium

Part 13

8 July 1917.


Young Witte does not know I am outside the hangar and listening. “Your man might be a wealthy fellow from a high and mighty family, but my pilot is a real fighter. Nothing stops him. They shoot him in the head and he goes to Berlin and gets a job instead of sitting on his arse. Then they said his plane on fire and he wraps himself up and gets bigger boots and goes out and shoots one down. That’s the kind of fellow we need.” The other mechanics suggest obscenely that Witte has a crush on me. He threatens to brain one of them with a wrench and I hear Steinmesser tell them all to shut up and get back to work. I see Leutnant Antoni coming and walk over to join him. I want the mechanics to hear me coming so they don’t know I have been eavesdropping.

The sun is barely up as our machines are pushed out of their hangers and engines are started while we dress. We have been kitted out with heavy quilted flying jackets and warm over-trousers, but in the midsummer heat I have opted simply for heavy underwear, uniform, scarf, leather coat, and soft leather flying helmet with face mask. Today is the first day I am without a bandage on my head. The scar still shows so I will grow my hair a little longer. We take off into a heavily clouded sky and after climbing over Courtrai we head across the lines toward Ypres. There we will turn south towards Armentieres, where a captive balloon awaits our attention.

It is the sort of weather I dislike in offensive patrolling. The clouds rise like walls around us and we are in and out of them the entire way. Who knows what lies in wait around the next fluffy barrier? At one point a large formation of Sopwith two-seaters passes above us. They are bound for our side of the lines and we pay no attention to them. Leutnant Loertzer is intent on completing our mission. After several more minutes the houses of Armentieres appear through gaps in the cloud. I open the throttle and angle off to the left. Each pilot has been assigned a different direction of attack and I am determined to be the first to strike. The balloon must be new, for its silvery skin is clean and bright in the early morning sun. I see it from three or four kilometres away. I will dive on it rather steeply and throttle well back. At five hundred metres I begin with a few tentative short bursts to align my sites on the target as it grows larger in my field of view. At three hundred metres the bursts are longer and as I am forced to break away to one side I look over my shoulder and see two columns of smoke rising from the Himmelwurst. Then, to my delight, it explodes and falls. I see two other Albatros scouts nearby, but I believe I was the main shooter and file a claim on my return. The news is mixed. After considering all the claims, Leutnant Loertzer awards the victory to his brother. I cannot argue. Without a doubt his brother was closer to the balloon when it exploded but I believe it was my attack that led to the destruction of the thing. On the other hand, I am delighted to learn that my Nieuport from yesterday has been confirmed as my ninth victory. The boss shakes my hand.

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"Then, to my delight, it explodes and falls."

We are back in the air at 12:30 in the afternoon. Again the boss leads us: him, me, Antoni, the boss’s brother, and Dannhuber. The job is a line patrol over the British trenches. The weather is much the same as the morning – if anything there are more clouds. We cross towards Ypres and turn south. We patrol to the River Lys and continue further south as far as Bethune. There we turn and head back the same way we came. I hear machine guns and quickly kick my Albatros into a diving turn. The English are amongst us! It is the same large group of Sopwith two-seaters that we saw yesterday. Many of them have red and white tails. We are much faster than these machines but the English handle them very well. For much of the fight, two Sopwiths have me singled out for attention. I can fire only short unnamed bursts at one and then the other. Meanwhile they dash in firing and their rear gunners get good shots away as I pass them after several minutes of this I am unable to gain an advantage and break away. I see the others circling over our field at Houplin and land there. Fritz Loertzer has got one of the Englishmen, but we are missing Antoni. We later learn that he was seen falling in flames over the English lines. Also, our other flight became involved with several DH5s, claiming two of them but losing Feldwebel von Krantz in the process. This is the first time since I joined the Jasta that we have lost two pilots on the same day.

That afternoon the boss takes one of our cars and asks me to join him on a “provisioning run” north to Ostend. He has made some phone calls and has a plan for dinner. “Remember, Vogel – never let your people wallow about in sadness like pigs in filth. Tonight we will have a party.” When we get to the coast he points me in the direction of two wine stores and gives me a fist full of cash to buy champagne and white wine, “German if possible.” I meet him back at the car. He returns with two errand boys in tow. Each is carrying a wooden case dripping water. I look at the boss. “Oysters,” he explains, “dozens and dozens of really good oysters. We threw some lobster and crab onto the ice as well. When we get back, see if you can show our stewards how to shuck the oysters and prepare a sharp pepper sauce for anyone who wants it on their oysters.” He casts an eye over the cases of wine and champagne I had bought and shook his head. “Good job on the Niersteiner but not nearly enough champagne. We’ll stop the car on the way back and get more. You drive.”

I protest that with my bandaged feet and oversized boots I will struggle with the pedals. The truth is that I have never driven an automobile in my life. Leutnant Loertzer brushes off my objection and I am forced to confess my lack of experience. He laughs. “It’s a car, not a horse. You can’t kill it. And if you mess up, keep blaming the silly boots.”

It was an afternoon of great adventure starting with my lack of familiarity with the control to adjust the spark advance on the Benz. The boss reminded me of my first flight instructor who, when I failed to understand what he had said, simply repeated exactly the same words louder. But we were both laughing and in time I got the wretched machine moving down the road and complaining a little less about my abuse of its gears. The boss opened one of the champagne bottles and we passed it back and forward as I dodged around farmers’ wagons and marching soldiers. The nerves that were frayed in this morning’s fight with the two Sopwiths settled and I relaxed into a pleasant state of silly humour as I drove along, half tiddly in the warmth of an afternoon turned sunny.

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Raine - I'm starting to like Loertzer the Elder. A good leader of men. That younger brother on the other hand, I mean who needs a Flying Pastor Kill Stealer in the Jasta anyway? Hans-Dieter's actions have not gone unnoticed it appears. Now he has a DV?! H&B! Oliver better watch out next time 54 run into Magpies. Now I need to go requisition a bottle of Gong/Bong Fairy OFF for him. Well done on the balloon.

Fullofit - Like I said, there's always the "Morgoth and the captive Elf Princess" scenario to fall back on if one needs to beguile the ennui.
I think historically, Herr Baron was on leave at this point. The Sweetheart on the other hand is still around and needs to be hunted...
Yes, it's been some time since Mulberry joined Achilles, Hector , Leonidas and the gang in the house of the death god or is it the upward cycle of death and rebirth? Who can say? Collins proceeded him across the river and now Swanson follows. As you may have noticed, Oliver is susceptible to the occasional man crush. All his heroes are going west, except that maniac Captain Clement and maybe Strugnell. I'm doing a 22 Sqn tour next DID just so I can fly with that guy but that's a metaphorical next life.

A new DV for Ziggy as well. Uh oh. Bad time to be flying RFC.

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Fullofit: If we are going to have a Bong Fairy . I Nominate :

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Narbonne, France.


July 10, 1917.


As the nurse stated " It's back in ya go for more Physical Therapy. " Should be getting out soon,

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Getting smacked around by Gina Carrano. An experimental form of PT, I assume?

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Carrick, what’s with the raccoon face? Nurse Gina did a number on you, didn’t she.

Raine, looks like Hans is about to develop a god complex while eavesdropping on young Witte. Plenty of champagne will definitely help with that. Life is good in Jasta 26!

Epower, all it will take is a chance encounter for Voss to fall. I’m sure of it. Hopefully at that time Oliver will be flying something more potent than a Pup.


"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."
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The Ward boys said the training was good for Flyboys and Navy blokes Teaches them when to duck and roll.

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Fullofit, the God complex was just beaten out of Vogel. I'll write it up later, but the poor fellow just dropped three Entente aircraft pretty much onto Rumbeke field, two in flames and one in little pieces -- all three rejected!!!!

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Raine, something like that would definitely cure Hans of that complex for sure. Let me guess: those Flak boys haven’t really gotten over their complex. WOFF should really let the pilot appeal claim decisions like this one. Vogel’s morale probably took a beating after that. Tough luck. Someone wants that certain Baron to be the Überkanone.


"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."
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by F4UDash4. 03/26/24 05:51 PM
The Oldest WWII Veterans
by F4UDash4. 03/24/24 09:21 PM
They got fired after this.
by Wigean. 03/20/24 08:19 PM
Grown ups joke time
by NoFlyBoy. 03/18/24 10:34 PM
Anyone Heard from Nimits?
by F4UDash4. 03/18/24 10:01 PM
RIP Gemini/Apollo astronaut Tom Stafford
by semmern. 03/18/24 02:14 PM
10 years after 3/8/2014
by NoFlyBoy. 03/17/24 10:25 AM
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