Good day Gents! Dropped by to see how things were going only to find my dead pilots commanding officer bit the big one. Just like Immer, there one second and gone the next. Did you sit and stare at the screen in disbelief for a while? That’s my usual reaction. To second Raine’s post, happy Thanksgiving to all the rebellious ones here. I’m thankful for friends and family first. Also on the list iare my fellow WOFFers and DID brothers. Lots of good times and memories. I have a boat shed at the ranch called the Vicarage because of Raine and a dog named Toby thanks to Fullofit. I’ll be back soon, y’all stay safe and watch your six!
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!
#4546181 - 11/26/2007:05 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
I have many things for which I am thankful and this exceptional and barmy DID crew are most definitely among them. Funny thing is, you guys were here all along. I use Louvert's method of storing my DID pics in old posts. Going through those missives, some over 5 years old, I find responses in those ancient threads from all those here. Kinda cool.
A safe and happy day to all, wherever you may be from this perfidious colonial.
#4546198 - 11/26/2008:40 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
I hope everyone is being careful and not flying DiD after a surfeit of turkey. Nod off in front of your computer screen and wake up in Berlin… I wanted to drop by and thank Lou for his Harry Lauder link. That tune was one of my father's favourites. My grandfather (mum's side) in the KOSBs likely saw Harry Lauder when Lauder toured the Western front in the summer of 1917 while he was still struggling to deal with the death of his only son, a captain in the Argylls, the previous year. My grandfather used to sing this tune too, along with "Roamin' in the Gloamin" and "Keep Right On." Great stuff!
Lauder's account of his 1917 tour, "A Minstrel in France," is available as a download through Project Gutenberg.
#4546213 - 11/27/2012:36 AMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: Nov 2014 Posts: 3,269Fullofit
Lou, time flies when the HQ isn’t rejecting all your claims. Looks like Freddy managed to put a foot in his mouth while being decorated. Well done. Why should Winningstad have all the fun? Congrats on the latest confirmed kill. 30 - Abbott is making a mark for himself. With two guns on that Camel he’ll certainly double that score by the end of the year.
Zygmunt’s Schwarm was sent on to escort 2 Hannovers from Ss-6 on their way to bomb Rosnay aerodrome.
As they arrived over the target Ziggy could see a formation of Nieuports milling around low above the aerodrome. It was a tempting target, but they were bound to the two Bombers just about ready to get this party started. They’d better stay high and look for any signs of trouble. He looked back just in time to see Tybelsky peel off. A shame, another engine trouble. Or was it? SPADs! They came out of nowhere! Hahn quickly regained his composure and hooked up with one of the French crates. After a protracted fight the enemy machine spiralled down into the ground. There was another one available to harass right away. Zygmunt didn’t waste any time and attacked immediately. This second SPAD soon joined his compatriot smeared all over French countryside.
It was time to go back. Hahn could see the effects of their bombers’ efforts. The aerodrome was engulfed in smoke. There were still some skirmishes and the French anti aircraft artillery’s aim was beginning to improve. Ziggy and Scheller were crossing the mud. He could see another Albatros back in the distance struggling to catch up. They were now over Bois de Prouvais and the struggler was finally catching up. There was something odd about that one. The wings were not quite right. Then he noticed the round grille at the front. Another SPAD was chasing them. This snail eater was determined and skilled as well. He peppered Hahn’s wings despite a vigorous maneuvering. Scheller was now in pursuit and Ziggy could regroup. After a few tail-chasing circuits the SPAD appeared to have had enough and was about to leave. That’s when Ziggy got lucky. He noticed the French scout fly underneath him. All Zygmunt had to do is pull back on the throttle, slow down and wait for the SPAD to appear in front of him. With one long burst the French machine was spiralling down to crash into the woods below.
Gas Bag mission. We had 4 a/c up front and 4 a/c high cover. As we turned for the final run in we lost the high cover ( they were fighting a flight of Camels) as we decended, I followed Our flight lead as 1 a/c dove on the balloon . Down pass the balloon firing the a/c went into the ground below. Next came the Rat a tat of e/a Mg's a Camel was firing on or 3 a/c. Everyone for himself . I managed to get away after his pass. My flight lead was hot on the e/a and chasing him deep into the enemy side. ( he was mortally wnd and crashed on landing back at our AF ) I did a 180 and attacked our target it popped up in a fire ball our Arty Ob's said it was spectacular. My 4th Kill.. After landing the ADJ told me that High Cover lost 2 a/c put 1 pilot wnd. A Stiff price for a Balloon and 1 e/a. Total Lost was 4 a/c + 1 motal wnd and 1 lt wnd
#4546232 - 11/27/2004:43 AMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Carrick, congratulations on another notch for your six shooter! Keep it up and will have to be calling the Gong Fairy.
Fullofit, Ziggy is up to 90! Is he going to go for Toby's record? I've been writing all evening and have not had a chance to watch your videos yet but will do so before going to bed.
For now, here is the latest from MacAlister. I have just played Thursday's mission and it was quite a day for the young man…
War Journal of Flight Sub-Lieutenant George Ewan MacAlister 8 Squadron, RNAS Mont-St-Eloi, France
Our routine started each morning when Brennan, the steward, brought tea to our frigid cabin. White nudged us awake in fine Canadian tradition by uttering a stream of the foulest oaths heard this side of the Earl of Hell’s farrier shop. To repeat even a few of his expressions would preclude one’s chance of re-entering polite society. Then Holmes began to sing, perhaps in Welsh, perhaps in English. They both sounded the same coming from him. He chose the most saintly hymns and White responded by elevating – or perhaps debasing is the better word – the intensity of his profanity. Finally, Sneath put on a plummy air and remind us that the King awaited our service. And so to breakfast.
First breakfast was a simple affair. A slice of bread toasted at the stove or a hard-boiled egg would usually suffice. We brought our mugs from the cabin and finished our tea in the wardroom. One did not want a second cup before a two-hour patrol.
Our task on the morning of 26 November 1917 was once again interference. We were to look out for Hunnish two-seaters and chase them off or shoot them down. The squadron commander had decided to lead this show. He joined us at breakfast and we discussed how the morning would run. He gave me some tips on handling two-seaters and instructed me not to try it until he and Flight Lieutenant Day had tried first. Then he would draw fire while I had a go. As we prepared to walk to the sheds, I jokingly said, “Well, boys, it’s time to rusticate some Huns.” Sneath and Holmes had a good laugh at this. White was confused. He obviously had never heard the word rusticate. Squadron Commander Draper muttered something about “bloody Harrovians.”
Our patrol took us north towards Ypres, and it was difficult keeping station while staring open-mouthed at the despoiled land below. In the space of less than a mile, field and forest gave way to gelatinous filth and flashes of gunfire. From high above it seemed so small, so pointless, so terrible when contrasted against the broad tapestry of earth. This place was where great nations were feeding their prime generation into a few square miles of soil. I had read so much about it yet nothing prepared me for the site of the salient that morning.
Draper waggled his wings and climbed gently to his right. I saw nothing for the first while, and then I caught a flash of sunlight above and to my left. A single aeroplane was heading east. We pursued it a long way gradually climbing up to 14,000 feet. I had never been so high before. At one point I needed to pump up the pressure in my tank and the exertion left me faint and gasping. I was barely aware at first when Draper began to fire at the Hun. The enemy machine – it was a DFW, I think – weaved from side to side and its observer pulled his gun about from one side to the other, firing intermittently. And now Day was firing. Then both Draper and day pulled away. It was my go. As I had been taught, I stayed well below the tail of the EA. Only when I was nearly directly below did I pull the nose of the Camel upwards and fired in an attempt to rake the machine from nose to tail. But my Sopwith threatened to stall and the nose fell off to one side. I caught it just in time and, with throttle wide open, I rose beneath the Hun and fired a long burst. As I did so, the Hun dipped and I was held nearly motionless above and behind him, like Isaac trussed and waiting for Abraham’s knife. The German’s first burst hit my fuel tank. Thankfully it did not ignite. But I was a mile or two over the lines with fuel vapour streaming behind. I gave the washout signal and immediately turned for home. The wind was out of the west as usual but not strong. I had enough altitude in hand to glide nearly to Armentières. There I landed in a broad field south of the town. Some New Zealanders were in the area. They provided a guard for my machine and directed me to a telephone. I was back in Mont-St-Eloi by one that afternoon.
I was given a spare machine and told by Flight Commander Munday to get back in the cockpit as soon as possible. I did not have long to wait. Around two o’clock, one of our compass stations called to report a large formation of enemy scouts headed our way. Flight Commander Compston took the lead. Flight Commander Munday joined him as did Day, Sneath, and I. My chocks had just been pulled away when the enemy appeared over the treetops about a mile away. We were off the ground and flew directly into a wild low-level scrap. Then suddenly the Huns decided to pack it in and go home. This puzzled me for a second before I saw the reason. Our A Flight was returning from patrol and had spotted the Albatroses, or “Albatri” as they are dubbed. Now the Huns were outnumbered. I raced to join the fight and got there just in time to see Jordan’s machine dive in front of me with an Albatros on its tail. I joined the procession and fired fifty rounds into the Hun from extremely close range. The enemy machine continued his dive straight into the ground as Jordan pulled away. I pulled out gingerly, elated at what seemed like a sure victory.
Only seconds later, another Albatros caught my eye. This one was heading east and approaching our trenches. I chased it and, having the height advantage caught up with it as it reached the German lines. The enemy pilot was inattentive and my long burst sent him down. I did not see him crash, as bullets began smacking into my wings from rifles and machine guns on the ground. I turned and got out of there as quickly as possible.
A couple of minutes later I spotted another Hun. This time, Jordan was on the Hun’s tail but was a long way behind. I had the advantage of height and dived on the Albatros. My first burst seemed to kill the pilot, for the machine banked and dived directly into the ground at full throttle.
Back at Mont-St-Eloi, I reported my three EAs to the Records Officer, who was disbelieving at first. Then he checked with Flight Lieutenant Jordan who confirmed my first and third claims. The second Albatros was credited only as “driven down.” Still, this brought my tally to 3 victories in my first two days of combat and I was treated like the Man Who Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo in the wardroom.
Oh, the wardroom. It was a place of high spirits. I discovered that our squadron commander had a theatrical bent and was found of dramatic recitations, always well done and sometimes filthy. Holmes had a fine tenor voice, like so many of his druidic brood, and could always be coaxed into a song. We had a couple of pianists and a fine violinist. As the resident Scot, I was plied with whisky until I broke out in tune. That night I regaled the gathering with my rendition of the “Tiree Love Song.” It’s a lovely piece, and I soon had the entire room joining in.
Horee, horo, my bonny wee lass Horee, horo, my fair one Will ye come awa’ wi’ me Tae be my own, my rare one?
And now it was morning again – 27 November 1917. Should I live to be a hundred and ten, I shall never forget this day. It began as always with Brennan quietly shaking me awake at seven and placing a mug of tea on my side table. He was always attentive about not waking those who had later patrols. Not so attentive was White, who awoke and suggested loudly that Brennan had been conceived most unnaturally and that I should put that tea where it did not belong. Further, I was to shut up, disappear, and tell the Kaiser to do something unmentionable and leave us all alone.
Brennan was used to it by now and told White he should save his vitriol for the Germans and sure and they would run away, sir, if only they could hear him over the sound of their own machine guns. If Brennan had been in that post office last year, Ireland would be independent already.
Today was my first distant offensive patrol – the target was a German aerodrome south-east of Douai and more than thirty miles over the lines. The mechanics had worked most of the night making sure that my machine, which had been returned from Armentières, was in top shape. Munday led the show with McDonald, Dennett, Jordan, and me. We took off into a gentle south-westerly breeze and began circling the aerodrome while waiting for everyone to form up. Before we completed our first complete circle of the field, seven blue Albatri with red noses dived on us out of the sun. I slid to one side to avoid an oncoming Hun and snapped the Camel about to get on its tail. The centre of gravity in a Camel is well forward and the weight concentrated in a small area, so it turns crisply to the right with the torque of the rotary engine helping at about. Very soon I was on the Hun’s tail. There was another Camel jockeying for position close to me and several times I had to break concentration to avoid collision. Finally I got a burst away from less than twenty-five yards. The blue Albatros simply stopped flying and fell at the edge of our aerodrome. By now the Huns had called the game off. We formed up and headed east. All five of us were in good shape.
I experienced real “Archie” for the first time. The dull thump and sudden eruption of black or brown puffs of thick smoke startled me. Munday changed course minutely every half minute or so to throw off their aim. Once we were about ten miles over, the Archie stopped. I could see the smoke haze over Douai in the distance off to my left. We were up to 8000 feet. The lead Sopwith waggled its wings and leaned into a dive. I throttled back and followed. When we were down to 3000 feet, Munday suddenly pulled out of the dive and turned to his right. I followed blindly. The sound of machine guns confused me for a minute and then I saw that we were engaging a group of yellow Albatri with black tails. One passed beneath me and I rolled over and down. It took two bursts before the German machine exploded in a ball of flame.
"It took two bursts before the German machine exploded in a ball of flame."
Now another Albatros passed above me, its machine guns chattering away as it chased a Camel. I turned after it and caught it in turn. It fell completely out of control, although I was not able to follow it all the way down. Finding myself alone, I climbed to the west, anxious to get home. Suddenly I heard a machine gun and saw streams of smoke passing above my wings. I turned about quickly, cursing myself for having let Hun get the jump on me. It was another yellow and black Albatros. The pilot must have been nervous to fire from such a distance when he had me dead to rights. In any event, it took but little effort to close on him. A long burst caused his wings to tear away and the machine to fall like a dart.
As I headed back toward the lines, I spotted a formation of five Camels. They were not from Naval Eight, but they were friendly and I joined them for the return trip. I left them near Arras and headed north-west for home. The morning sun caught the face of the ruined abbey at the edge of the village of Mont-St-Eloi. It was sad to think how much had been ruined by this war. Still, there was something beautiful about the ruin.
"The morning sun caught the face of the ruined abbey at the edge of the village of Mont-St-Eloi."
By ten in the morning we were back at our aerodrome and I claimed four enemy aircraft. No one could confirm the crash of the third Albatros, but Munday announced with a broad grin that he had seen the first one fall at Mont-St-Eloi, and the second and fourth fall near Avesnes-le-Sec. Three confirmed Huns in the morning! Not bad for a new shell. I shall need to trade in my cap for a larger size.
In the afternoon we were up again. This time the task was to meet up with some Camels from 43 Squadron, RFC, and escort them to bomb targets over the lines. The Germans had other ideas. Once again we were attacked shortly after takeoff. These machines were different. They were slender and had teardrop-shaped stabilisers and rudders – Pfalzes. They were lovely machines, silver with gold noses. The first one I saw came at me head on and passed within a few feet as I slipped to one side to avoid its fire. Now the nimble Camel had the advantage. The Pfalz was still pulling out of its dive and I was already turned about and closing on its tail. My first burst struck all about the cockpit. The German machine rolled over and crashed. I looked about and was shocked to find no one else in sight. I immediately turned eastward as I suspected the Germans had headed for home. This was the right move. Just a little ahead and below I spotted a lone Pfalz approaching the village of Mont-St-Eloi. I fired, the enemy machine began to smoke, and the pilot fell forward in the cockpit. Seconds later it crashed in a field.
White drew up behind me and we flew over the village together. There we saw another Hun. I dived on him and he immediately put his nose down. We were already below 500 feet. For a second I thought he would hit the ruin of the abbey but he swerved and crashed into a stone wall at the edge of the village. The machine burst into flame.
"For a second I thought he would hit the ruin of the abbey…"
White and I continued east all the way to the German lines. There I gave up and turned for home. The sun was getting low in the sky. That was when I spotted the last Pfalz. This one took two bursts, the first was a deflection shot and the second was fired from close behind. The EA nosed over and dived straight into the earth below. I added three more claims to the morning’s bag, and between White and Munday all three were witnessed.
Squadron Commander Draper told me he would be writing a special letter to General Trenchard, the GOC Royal Flying Corps in France. He Is not sure whether six victories in a day is a record, but he wants to put in a good word for the Navy! They tell me that I will now get to see how Naval Eight celebrates.
#4546248 - 11/27/2010:55 AMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Carrick - That was a costly balloon for Rupert and his kette, but at least your man bagged it.
Fullofit - Two more confirmed for Ziggy, HQ appears to trust him now a bit more when he submits his claim, about time! Love that screenshot, and the videos are super as always.
Raine - Six in one day? Outstanding! To say that George is starting off on the right foot would be quite the understatement. Brilliant episode, Naval 8 sounds like a fun lot, nice song choice as well. Also, nice to see the Abbey showing up in your report, and I see you’ve inadvertently captured the Easter Egg I placed in that mod, though not from quite the right angle to fully appreciate it. If you come in low over the Road in front of the Abbey you will see this:
28 if . . . Paul must be dead! . . .
#4546283 - 11/27/2003:10 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Lou – that's hilarious! Well done. The licence plate was a great touch. The Fab Four show up so clearly in the photo of George doing a flyby, but I hadn't noticed. Now, instead of getting my work done this morning I'll be searching all of your other mods…
Last edited by Raine; 11/27/2003:10 PM.
#4546297 - 11/27/2005:24 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: May 2012 Posts: 4,499RAF_Louvert
BOC President; Pilot Extraordinaire; Humble Man
LOL! I'll save you some time and hair tearing Raine and tell you that, if memory serves, the only other Easter Egg I placed in any of my WOFF offerings can be found towards the bottom of the Alsace map near Montbéliard. At least I think that's the only other one at the moment - I could be wrong - I've been wrong before.
EDIT: Oh wait, I just thought of another one, on the Marne map not far from Laon. See, told you I could be wrong.
#4546329 - 11/28/2012:10 AMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: Nov 2014 Posts: 3,269Fullofit
Saint-Loup aerodrome was under attack. The two Schwärme had been scrambled and were now circling their aerodrome for what seemed like an eternity. Just as they were about to give up Ziggy’s Schwarm encountered a flight of Nieuports. These were the camouflaged type with the Lewis machine gun on top wing. He charged from above surprising one of the enemy pilots. It was a difficult fight. Every time he was getting close to positioning himself at the back of a French machine, two more appeared at his rear. They were difficult to shake off and his only chance was to take head-on potshots. Eventually he isolated one of the devils and sent some good volleys into the cockpit. The Nieuport faked an out of control dive, but Ziggy had seen this move many times before and did not fall for this ruse. He patiently waited above for the enemy pilot to level out and smugly head for home. That’s when Hahn would pounce and that’s exactly what the French aviator had done. Zygmunt was on him in an instant and firing volley after volley into the sesquiplane until it caught on fire. This time it was not a ruse. The Franzose went down. The rest of the fight was over as well with the Nieuports running back home. Hahn gave the signal that it was time for them to return home as well.
Fullofit - Yes, that rack of bombs was the first thing I noticed in your screenshot. Neat detail. Ziggy had his hands full with those Nieups. If he and his kette mates had not been able to disrupt the Frenchmen's teamwork as they did the Kaiser's leading ace might have ended up in some serious trouble.
#4546406 - 11/28/2008:14 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
I agree with Lou, that was some nice flying. I really enjoy the vids. I must ask, are you using VonS FM tweaks mods by any chance?
Raine switching side seems to agree with you but I am sorry to see the Flieger go down.
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#4546414 - 11/28/2009:19 PMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: Nov 2014 Posts: 3,269Fullofit
Ziggy’s latest claim has gone unconfirmed. Jasta 19 was ordered to patrol friendly front lines between Reims and Sillery and look for trouble. Trouble bumped into them in the form of a flight of Strutters. Zygmunt got on the tail of the Frenchman and damaged it. The two-seater went into a dive and looked like he would crash but the skillful pilot pulled out of the dive just in time. Hahn followed and soon was on him again. He had to go really low to keep out of reach of the rear gunner. A few more volleys and the Strutter crashed into the ground.
Ziggy could see two of his wingmen engaged in a fight with another Sopwith. He decided to get closer for a better look. When he arrived he could see the two Albatrosen just keeping their station behind their foe, as if they were escorting him over the lines. That didn’t sit right with Hahn and he soon was firing at the enemy. This pilot, too, went for the deck after getting damaged. Zygmunt had to go for two more rounds before the Sopwith was forced to land. With a few feathers ruffled on Ziggy’s Albatros he thought it would be prudent to return to base for some repairs.
Robert, glad you’re looking in from time to time. Thank you for the complement and to answer your question it is pure, unadulterated WOFF. As far as I know Campaign Gods frown upon FM mods in DiD.
For the record, an FM mod that is historically sound and probable (i.e.., as opposed to an FM based on a rare version of an aeroplane or a field modification) is okay. For example, RFC Spad 7s before June 1917 should be downgraded to the 150 hp version, as I did for Jim Collins's time in 19 Squadron.
#4546428 - 11/29/2012:39 AMRe: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018)
Joined: Nov 2014 Posts: 3,269Fullofit
Obviously, the FMs are to be used only as per the thoughts/benevolence of the DiD Campaign Deities, Sprites, etc. Break a leg flying the FMs as they say in showbiz, but hopefully not a wing, and all that.