Raine - I'm with Lou, that malodorous Hund needs a wash, und the men must to stop feeding it table scrapen! Otherwise it's going to be 2nd Ypres in the hut for the foreseeable future. Vogel is racking up the victories. His Kill/ mission rate must be off the chart, especially if we include all those unconfirmed. Slouching into PLM territory, historically anyway. I do love the magpie paint job. It makes for fantastic pics.
Lou - Freddy's a tough one. Was he coordinated enough to play up front in the rugby side at Charterhouse? Nurse Ellison returns! Most intriguing. Is it just me or did Freddy's direct approach make some headway? Another cliffhanger.
#4531754 - 07/28/2002:33 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: May 2012 Posts: 4,720RAF_Louvert
BOC President; Pilot Extraordinaire; Humble Man
Epower, Freddy had limited success at rugby while at school, generally being a prop and told to push like hell. He did however shine a bit as a fair bowler on the Robinites cricket team. And I had to bring back Nurse Ellison as she just seems Abbott's type somehow.
#4531759 - 07/28/2002:48 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
B Flight was on its way to patrol the lines around Menen. They had just formed up at altitude and headed to the patrol area when Badger noticed Archie ahead at their level. 7 V Strutters! Black fuselage with white bands. The 2 flights met head on with planes going in every direction. It was pure chaos. As soon as Badger picked one out he either had to dodge a collision or dodge the tracers coming by him. It was pure instinct. Fire pot shots a crossing Hun, turn and climb. After 5 minutes of the most furious fight Badger had encountered, it was over. Badger circled over Bethune. 2 of his flight joined up. They circled for five more minutes with Badger trying to decide wether to continue or not. Through the low clouds came 7 more Huns. “What the hell are they all over here for” Badger thought as he climbed and turned. He found himself in a circle with 3 trying to get at him. These boys were good and worked together. One hit Badger with a good burst but the Nieuport seemed ok. Then Badger got a burst in on one of the yellow and black tailed Huns and he dove away. 2 against one. As he pulled his Nieuport tighter in the turn he heard a snap! The machine rolled hard to the right and he tried to correct. The machine responded for a moment then rolled right again and would not come level. He saw the buildings of Bethune growing larger. “This is your last roundup Pard.”
Mannock was making out his report when Major Tinley asked about Bader. “Oh he will be back shortly, I saw him go in near Bethune.” Mannock replied. Tinley looked at Mannock wide eyed. “Did he crash land!” Mannock looked up, “oh god no! Burst into a thousand pieces!” The Major could not belong his ears. “Why in hell do you think he will be back lieutenant!” Mannock looked up at the Major, “Well he is an Ace Sir!” Of course he will be back.” Tinley rolled his eyes and walked back and forth before saying. “Yes! He is an ace, but not a historical ace you idiot!” Mannock looked puzzled, “what’s that got to do with it! I’ve been plastered to the ground 3 times but I always come back! So have many others in this squadron. I saw Redler go down in flames this morning and he is back. Didn’t even burn his eyebrows!” Tinley looked close at Mannock and said, “that’s because you all are historical aces! You get that privilege. Badger does not! He is dead!” Mannock sat his pencil down and looked at the Major. “Well that’s just not fair Sir!” The Major looked coldly at Mannock. “No Lieutenant, it is not, but those are the rules. Badger knew the risks when he signed up. This Sim is not Socialism nor a democracy! It’s a damned dictatorship and you had best get used to it!” Mannock arose to leave. “Well it’s just not fair he was not given another chance Sir!” The Major walked to his chair and sat down. He calmly crossed his legs and took a long pull on his pipe. As the smoke dissipated over his head he said, “Don’t worry Lieutenant, your time is coming. And it won’t be long. Sizzle sizzle, what!”
Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or a fool from either end. BOC Member since....I can't remember!
#4531762 - 07/28/2003:27 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Alright, so I realize this is tempting the fates and the gong curse and all, not only because of the most recent and sudden loss of yet another of our pilots, but also because of the result the last award had on Vogel's career, but when a virtual pilot deserves a gong, what is one to do? Present it and hope for the best, I say.
#4531779 - 07/28/2005:02 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: May 2012 Posts: 4,720RAF_Louvert
BOC President; Pilot Extraordinaire; Humble Man
Raine, congrats on the latest victories. Looks like Vogel is ahead of Hahn, but not for long. It also looks like our pilots are encountering the same enemies. How many squadrons have a mix of silver and camo Nieuports? And what’s this about farting dogs? Is this to mask their own cabbage soup induced exhaust fumes? Beware of Das Gong Fairy curse! Congrats on EK1!
Lou, it’s never easy. If it looks like it, then something’s wrong. As for young Abbott, I see plenty of beet soup in his near future. And who’s taking the odds on nurse Ellison’s name? Dorothy is my guess. Oh wait, we know her from somewhere ...
MFair, oh crap! It seems Badger was recently presented with a medal. Now he pays the price. That’s just nasty! Sorry to learn of his untimely demise. That material fatigue is a real killer! BTW, Mannock has lost his marbles.
The two SPAD’s and one of the Nieuports from the day before have been confirmed. The morning mission was a milk run. They were to patrol over friendly aerodrome at Coolkerke. No enemy were sighted and none were expected this deep into German held territory. Why would they even send planes to patrol there? The afternoon mission was another patrol, but this time closer to the front lines, in fact directly over friendly front lines between Diksmuide and the Coast. Again, no contact. This uneventful day allowed Ziggy to go see Wolff in hospital. Hahn decided to grab a box of cigars from Wolff’s room so that the Old Man could bestow them onto the patientsresting in the neighbouring beds. Unfortunately his friend was not conscious when Zygmunt arrived and the young Flieger was turned away by the unsympathetic nurses. On his way out Hahn ran into the good doctor who was treating him here recently. The doctor recognized him and the two began to talk, first about Ziggy’s current state of health and then their attention turned towards Wolff. The doctor was positive he could restore the old pilot to good health with his strict regimen of beet soup and mountain sun lamps. Zygmunt believed him. He was the perfect example of the effectiveness of the doctor’s treatment.
"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."
#4531822 - 07/28/2011:00 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
With an outburst of crude Anglo-Saxon, Lindley started running off down the lane after the vanishing lorry. Behind him, Mac stepped out of the wood to stand beside Katje, who watched in astonishment.
“Does he think he can catch it?” Katje asked. Mac scratched his head. “I don’t know. He trying anyway. That’s the British offensive spirit. Come on Katje. We’ll take this beer through the woods.” Katje mocked shock, “Alone with a soldier in the woods? What do you think of me?” “I think very highly of you. I’ll even give you a lift back to Poperinghe if you like.”
Lindley was out of breath and the lorry was out of sight. What was he doing? He reproached himself. He should have let O’Grady get out first. If O’Grady was in the back of the wagon when it pulled up at the gatehouse...
Lindley rounded the corner onto the main road and stopped short in surprise. O’Grady was stood talking to the sentries at the gatehouse. Lindley walked up as quickly as he could. He had no idea what he would do when he got there.
As he approached, he saw the Irish pilot take out a cigarette, give one each to the sentries for later and then light up his own. As he cupped the vulnerable flame he waggled his eyebrows conspiratorially. “Told you I could outrun any of you, didn’t I?” O’Grady said as Lindley pulled up breathlessly. “What? Oh, yes. You don’t even look like you’ve broken a sweat.” “Come on then,” O’Grady the athlete let out a puff of smoke. “We’ll stroll from here back to the aerodrome and I’ll give you a few pointers.”
As they walked away, O’Grady waved grandiosely as if revealing some great callisthenic truths. “Thanks for chasing after me,” he said. “But I was alright. The lorry has to slow down for corners. I could get ready to drop as he straightened out on the main road. Then the sentries only thought I was behind the lorry. Out for a run! Mac can carry the beer himself. I didn’t see him chasing us.”
The Major had the foresight to not assign C flight any morning work on the day after Captain Kennedy Cochran-Patrick’s leaving bash.
The new flight leader, McGregor spotted a pale Lt Lindley creeping from the latrines. “What ho Lindley. You’re looking pretty bad. I told you not to mix your drinks.” “My God! That ale was smooth going down but the very devil coming out!” Lindley repented, “it’s a punishment. We shouldn’t have done it.” Mac laughed, “I’ll let you in on a secret; we didn’t steal anything. I bought a case and had it loaded on the General’s lorry.” “You did what? Why Mac?” “For a laugh of course. Why else? Now, have you seen your kite?” “My kite? What about it?” “Corporal Evans told me you turned up at their mess last night and ordered it painted. He checked with me and I agreed. It’s done now if you want a look.” “Oh God! What did I ask for?”
As they walked across to the hangars, Mac related some of the story of the night before. “You were saying how you wanted to put the terror of death into the Hun. Make them afraid that seeing you meant the end. Then you started talking about some black dog that your grandmother told you about. One big fiery eye as I recall.”
Corporal Evans was at the sheds. He saluted the officers as they approached. “Would you like a look, sir?” he asked. “Of course, corporal.” Lindley was beginning to worry what he had done.
The black figure on the side of his yellow Spad was instantly recognisable as a dog. To make its identity clear, the name was also painted on the side of the scout.
“I did my best to make him look wild, sir. “ not sure I got the eye right.” “You did well corporal,” Lindley replied weakly. “Well, well. Black Shuck.”*
C flight did take to the air for a patrol in the afternoon.it was uneventful as the Germans seemed to be elsewhere.
As the returning pilots approached the office, they found a richly dressed Belgian man waiting for them.
“Monsieurs,” he greeted them with a smile. “my name is de Croÿ. I serve my country in several ways, but one is as liason officer between our nations' forces in the area.** I was at the monastery of Westvleteren today and the monks asked me to make a delivery. It seems that they forgot to load your beer order yesterday. Naturally I agreed to bring it across. Monsieur, are you alright? You look quite pale.”
Lindley was bent over his face a curious green sheen. “The rarefied air can have after effects, sir.” Mac offered. “Lindley will be alright after a sit down. So, you have a case of beer for us?”
MFair I’m upset that Badger has gone. I was hoping for another crossover down the line. On to the next pilot!
*Black dogs are a common part of British folklore. Black Shuck is a famous example from the Fens of Norfolk and Cambridgeshire. He is clearly dangerous as he supposedly burst into two churches one day in 1577, killing 4 people, collapsing a steeple and leaving scorch marks. Since there was a lightening storm, I reckon it was a lightening strike, but that’s not a good story.
Not all black dogs are dangerous; some guard churchyards. My grandmother told a black dog story although she never described it like that. BONUS STORY
In ww2 my grandmother was at home when she heard a scratching and whimpering at the door. Opening it, she found a large black dog which ran inside and lay down on the rug in front of the fire. Nothing she could do would shift the dog, which was friendly enough.
My uncle was 2 at the time and was thrilled that they had a dog. The dog remained in the house for 3 days, and wouldn’t leave.
On the third day, there was a knock at the door. As my grandmother opened the door, the dog bolted past her into the street and ran away. Never to be seen again.
The knock was from the postman delivering the telegram informing her that her 1st husband had been shot down (tail gunner in a Lancaster).
** Prince Leopold de Croÿ was, alongside his brother and sister, prominent in the Belgian resistance in both world wars. The de Croÿ family had branches across Europe in 1913 and were unusual in that the head of the house was titled Duke and everyone else a prince or princess. Leopold really was a Belgian attaché in the area at this time.
As the barmy will appreciate, I take my research seriously to unusual extremes. For example, I went to Leeds University to read Maurice Le Blanc-smith’s papers and met his lucky stuffed dog.
Lockdown prevents me from tasting Westvletern beer. The monks still brew what is considered one of the best beers in the world there, but you have to pick it up in person. One for a future holiday then.
Instead I ordered some other Trappist beer. For research purposes, you understand.
#4531825 - 07/28/2011:32 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Lou – First of all, thanks so much for the lovely gong. If tradition holds, it will look splendid on that pillow next to the coffin. I suspect Nurse Ellison has designs on our Freddie. Is he about to get his winkle tiggied?
MFair – We are all looking forward to your new adventure. Condolences for Badger.
Fullofit – Ziggy and Vogel are in a real race. As you will see, your lead has disappeared!
Maeran -- It is a very warm and muggy night here. I have been reading about Lindsay's Great Trappist Beer Adventure and have the proverbial Scotsman's "Thirst I widna sell fer a shillin'." And no hope of buying a Trappist beer until morning… . Tagebuch of Ltn d. Res. Hans-Dieter Vogel, EK1, EK2
Jasta 26, Iseghem (Izegem), Belgium
28 July 1917
I received my orders after dinner. I am to take a flight north to Rumbeke, meet a pair of observation machines, and guard them while they direct our artillery on the northern flank of the Ypres salient. But now I am late. Dresl, the orderly, has woken the wrong man. There is no time for coffee. The others are already at the field. I shout for a car but there is only our dispatch cycle and sidecar. I jump in and one of our kitchen staff drives like the devil.
Oberleutnant Loerzer appears ready to lead the group in my place. He gives me a sideways glance. “Excuse the dramatic entrance, gentlemen,” I say. “The soup last night went right through me and I thought the mechanics would appreciate my taking an extra couple of minutes to do my business back at the house and not up there.” Dahm and Auer chuckle and the boss has no choice but to join in. I quickly go over our plan as we dress. The Albatrosen are warmed up and I climb the short ladder into my “office.” We are off.
It is a perfect morning. The air is warm and the only cloud is a thin line on the northern horizon over the Channel coast. We climb steadily and spot the two DFW observation machines four or five kilometres to the north-east. I turned gently towards them. They see us and immediately head toward the English lines. We take up our station 500 metres above and behind the two-seaters. We remain there dutifully while the two-seaters go about their business. They take less than ten minutes to bring hell down upon a British artillery position. Now it is time to move to another target and we turn south. A group of Sopwith two-seaters appears above us. These machines are showing their age and I expect them to ignore us. But the Englanders have other ideas. They dive on us and we are forced to leave our wards and deal with them.
It does not take long. Dahm sends one diving for home. Auer chases another to the west. Oberleutnant Loerzer and I deal with the third. He is skilled but he has two Albatros scouts to deal with. He makes a mistake and I am behind him. My Spandaus rattle and a flame appears along the side of the Sopwith’s fuselage. It trails a long ribbon of black smoke as it falls away towards the outskirts of Ypres. I do not watch it for long.
"...a flame appears along the side of the Sopwith’s fuselage."
Now we must find the DFWs. I head south with the boss and Dahm joins us. Ahead and below we see a wild melee – Jasta 6 has their hands full with a very large group of Nieuports. I see our two DFWs running for home. I signal the attack and our three Albatrosen join the fight. It breaks up and I am left with a lone Nieuport. We spar for a minute but I score hits. Now he is mine. I get very close to him before I fire again and my next burst falls about the cockpit. The Nieuport dives and begins a long irregular spin. I follow it and continue to fire. It does not recover and I see it crash near the English lines.
"I follow it and continue to fire."
We return to Iseghem and find that Auer is already there. And we have a visitor for our late breakfast. Hauptmann Wilburg, the Fourth Army head of Aviation is here and he has a surprise for me. He has called the pilots together and asks Oberleutnant Loerzer to read the message she has brought.
“His Majesty, the Kaiser and King, has expressed his pleasure to promote you to Leutnant der Reserve in recognition of your achievement as a Jagdflieger. I pleased to be able to inform you of this and I congratulate you on this confirmation of the All Highest’s recognition of your service.
Sixt von Armin General Officer Commanding Fourth Army”
And then to add some sugar to my morning coffee, Hauptmann Wilburg presents me with the Iron Cross, First Class! My comrades applaud and make me sit at the head of the table with Oberleutnant Loerzer. There is coffee (of sorts) and cocoa, bread, pickles, and smoked herring.
We are due back at the field at 1 PM, but the telephone rings and we must put up an extra patrol. English aircraft have attacked our balloon line north of Passchendaele and there is a gap in our defences. I am to lead again, this time with Blume, Dahm, Pastor Loertzer, Auer, and Dannhuber. We arrive at our patrol area just in time. English Nieuports are approaching and we cut them off. The fight is short and decisive. Auer bags one and so does Blume. I catch one in a vertical bank and fire directly down at the engine and cockpit. The little white scout begins to tumble out of control. It is the oldest trick in the book and I will not be denied. I spiral down as quickly as I dare. The Albatros still has a nasty habit of shedding its wings at times like this. I throttle well back and can hear the creaks and groans as my machine protests. But the Englander does not pull out and try to escape. His spin tightens and becomes more erratic. The enemy machine hits the ground at a tremendous speed. They will not need to dig a grave for its pilot.
Back at Iseghem we learn that Leutnant Merkl did not return from his patrol this morning. We will await a replacement. My Sopwith two-seater from this morning has been disputed. The adjutant informs me that Oberleutnant Loerzer was also firing at it when it caught fire. He convenes a board of arbitration consisting of himself, Dahm, and Dannhuber. The boss and I are invited separately to describe our engagement. Neither hears what the other has to say. In the end, the credit is given to the boss. Although I was slightly closer to the enemy machine, it was established that Oberleutnant Loerzer fired more rounds. And he is the boss.
But all is not gloom – this morning’s Nieuport is confirmed for my sixteenth victory and this afternoon’s Nieuport was witnessed by the boss’s brother and has become my seventeenth confirmed victory. And, in recognition of my promotion, the boss has granted me a fine single room with a fireplace on the second floor. We have a bit of a chat in private. I express to him that it may take a few weeks before I can afford an officer’s uniform. He tells me that there is some talk of establishing a uniform allowance for new officers. He said he will give me a line of credit until then and insists that I accept 300 marks at once. I suspect strongly that this money is coming out of his own pocket and tell him that I cannot take it. We argue back and forward. Then he smiles. “Here is sixty marks. I am ordering you to take it. Now, go up to Leutnant Merkl’s room. Dresl has just packed his things. Take any clothing you need that is not a personal item and use the money to have it altered as necessary. Two tunics and two pairs of breeches are all you need. Keep one outfit free from grease and oil.”
I thank him profusely and he waves his hand. “Just keep shooting down English aeroplanes. It does more to make us look good than any uniform.”
#4531868 - 07/29/2002:41 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: May 2012 Posts: 4,720RAF_Louvert
BOC President; Pilot Extraordinaire; Humble Man
Raine - Congratulations on Vogel’s promotion, gong, (fingers crossed the curse has been lifted), and new private quarters, all well-deserved. And two more on the tally board to boot! Your man is climbing fast.
Carrick - Fido still recovering while the American volunteers get all the press? Those upstarts!
Maeran - Another fine, historically grounded episode, but I want a picture of Lindley’s new livery! As for the extensive liquid research you had to endure, striving for such accuracy always involves a cost.
Fullofit - Most thoughtful of Ziggy to stop by and check on his friend, even if he wasn’t allowed to see him. At least Wolff is in good hands with that progressive doctor.
29 July 1917 Café du Bourdois Abbeville, France
“I'll say it again Lizzie, you were spot on about this place. This chicken and potato dish really is first-rate!” 2nd Lt. Frederick Abbott exclaimed as he reached for his wine glass and took a long sip to accompany the mouthful of marvelous food, his right shoulder complaining as he did so.
“Told you Freddy - sooo scrumptious!”, Nurse Ellison replied cheerily. “And isn’t this white bordeaux lovely.”
“Spiffing! Glad you knew what to ask for, and in French no less. Mine is gawd-aweful and that waiter fellow’s English isn’t much better.” Frederick flashed a toothy smile across the small table at his dinner companion, then added, “You’re a pip of a woman Lizzie, you really are.”
“Yeah, yeah I am, and aren’t you sweet for noticing”, the young nurse cooed. ”But my French isn’t all that good, just enough to get by really. As to knowing what to ask for, my friend Nora told me about the wine. She had it when she was dining here with that American pilot, Swanson. You know, the RFC ace who was shot down two months ago - was in all the papers. Did you ever meet him?”
“Before my time Lizzie old girl, only been here six weeks myself”, Frederick replied as he took another bite of the herb and onion infused chicken. “Pity though about him going west, top-scoring chap in the RFC at the time, too bad he was an American.”
“I met him when he was here for a shrapnel wound. He wasn’t half handsome, and all those ribbons”, Lizzie suddenly went dreamy-eyed as she lifted the wine glass to her lips.
“Haw! Off with him in your head while you’re sitting here with me”, Abbott laughed. “A lesser man would be offended.”
“Who I’m off with in my head is my prerogative”, Nurse Ellison teased with a sly grin. “But as you say, I am sitting here with you right now so maybe you should just be happy with that.”
“Oh I am Lizzie, I am”, Frederick assured. “You’ve really gone the extra mile attending to my shoulder, and now dining with me here this evening? You’re toppers in my book.”
The young woman took the last mouthful from her plate and savored it sweetly as she enjoyed another sip of wine. After finishing and dabbing at the corners of her mouth with the linen napkin she asked, “So Freddy, you said your father was some sort of business man?”
“He is”, the King’s airman stated, as he too finished up the delicious dish. “Invests in railroads and banks and such; anything that will turn him a profit.”
“And you?” Lizzie asked in a most interested tone. “Will you be following along to take over the business from him, provided you survive this madness?”
“Me? Unlikely”, Frederick chuckled. “Father and Mother turned me over to the nannies and governesses as soon as I arrived. I’m the youngest, you see, and a disappointment, not terribly sharp either if I’m being honest. They already had three children when I came along. The oldest, my only brother, and heir to the throne as it were, will take over from Father I’m sure. As for me, I’m handed a large monthly allowance and told politely to go away. Should I live to see my twentieth birthday I am to be given a princely sum and expected to toddle off and make something of myself, with the understanding that I never ask for more from Father’s coffers.” As he drained the last of the wine from his glass Abbott motioned to the waiter.
“That seems awfully cold, Freddy. So you’re saying your mum and dad never showed you any affection when you were a child?” Nurse Ellison gave the man across from her a sympathetic look.
“Well, they did provide me with very nice nannies and governesses, and sent me off to a fine school - Charterhouse and all that. It’s not like they didn’t look out for me.”
“Still, just seems so cold”, the young woman repeated. After a brief pause she added, “Nice about the money though.”
At that moment the summoned waiter arrived at the couple’s table.
“It IS nice about the money, so let’s spend a bit more of it on dessert, eh Lizzie”, Frederick smiled.
“Outstanding!”, Abbott cheered. “Would you ask him what he recommends, since you do have the better command of this fellow’s native lingo?”
“Yeah, yeah I will”, Lizzie replied happily.
(to be continued)
#4531871 - 07/29/2003:07 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)