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#4565041 - 04/18/21 06:20 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) ***** [Re: Raine]  
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Fullofit - So Rudi is officially the Kaiser of the Kanones at the moment, good stuff. I bet MvR will be straining to the limit to get the lead back. A quiet mission for him there though but in the current weather, that's no bad thing.

NR - So Cunningham is on his way back to his squadron, good stuff. I just hope the weather doesn't wash away any hopes of him flying right away.

Carrick - I think that's what the next couple of days have in store for us all. Nice link btw, Clash of the Titans eh, takes me back that does.

Epower - Another fine ground pounding mission for your chap there and well done on the confirmed kill, 130 now jeez. Seems like your dressing down of McBride did the trick.

Lou, MFair et al - Jacob nearly didn't live to receive his bling as you shall see.


"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
#4565048 - 04/18/21 06:45 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Flugmeister Jacob Kühn
Marine-Feld-Jagdstaffel 1
Jabbeke airfield

9 confirmed kills

17th April 1918

Morning sortie

Oberleutenant Saschenberg held the preflight briefing this morning and confirmed both Kette would be flying down to Menen to patrol around the army camp there which has been receiving various degrees of hate from the enemy recently.

The weather was awful, thick clouds, mist and rain greeted the pilots as they prepared for take off. Although the ground crew had been out with their pitchforks Jacob could clearly see puddles forming on the airfield.

They thankfully got airborne without incident and climbed steadily although the buffeting wind made it hard work.

Visibility was virtually non-existent until they'd reached about 3000 feet. Then the mist gave way to monstrous clouds.

Finally they started towards Menen.

They'd been flying for around twenty minutes without incident when, Jacob who was the last man in the formation and forever watchful, looked up. He sensed movement up there and strained his eyes, there, it was definitely an aircraft. It seemed to be on its own and much higher than the Jasta.

He scanned nervously around, was this a trap? He saw nothing and then as he looked up once more he saw a Camel diving straight at him!

Instinctively he pulled up and towards the foe who was already firing. Jacob fired too and he felt the aircraft shudder as bullets smacked into him. He'd also hit the Camel however who carried on his dive and now tried to flee.

Jacob nosed down and went after him and put a burst into him. He was just about to finish the job when the Camel dived into cloud. Jacob came through the cloud but couldn't see the Camel anywhere. He nervously checked around again but it had vanished.

Jacob looked at his wing and saw the fabric ripped slightly where he'd been hit and although it wasn't affecting his flying he thought it best to head for home.

The rest of Kette Zwei returned with him.


Afternoon sortie

Jacob's machine was patched up quickly and he was able to take his place in the formation for the afternoon sortie.

Oberleutenant Saschenberg would lead Kette Zwei over towards the lines between Ypres and Nieuwpoort.

They took off safely as the rain had eased slightly and formed up near Ghistelles.

Once up at 4200 meters they started off towards the lines, still climbing.

As they climbed above the clouds the visibility improved a little as they approached the lines.

Jacob looked up and caught sight of an arrowhead formation as clear as day. He knew instinctively these were enemy aircraft. He signalled to the others and Kette Zwei slowly climbed towards the aircraft above.

The formation above then split up and started diving towards them. Jacob took a deep breath to calm himself and felt the ice cold air in his lungs, he pulled hard right as the enemy fighters started firing, 'those swine Camels again' he thought as he managed to avoid their initial attack.

He swung around and looked for an opportunity but as he did so he looked behind and saw another Camel on his tail.

He pulled hard and turned as tightly as he could. The Camel didn't want to let go however and a tight turning fight ensued all the way down back under the clouds. Jacob knew they were on the German side of the lines so at some point the Camel would have to break for it.

They were now only a couple of thousand feet up and finally the Camel got wind of his situation and tried to run.

Jacob swirled around and chased the enemy. He was gaining and was just about to open fire when he glanced to his left. He saw an entire formation of Camels coming right at him!

"Where the hell did they come from" said Jacob to no-one in particular as he threw the Albatros around and dived for the ground. He felt bullets ripping into the Albatros and as he glanced around a bullet or fragment smashed his goggles.

Jacob pushed the nose down and zoomed for the ground, the Albatros's rigging shrieked as he pushed it to it's limits.

He then saw a chance. A German balloon was a mile or so away and he looked behind at the Camels still hot after him.

He dragged them towards the balloon and hoped the ground crews would do their job. He looked behind and saw the Camels break up and start back towards their lines.....it had worked...... except.....one was still on his tail!

Jacob could feel anger rising now, he would teach this impetuous fool a lesson. He dragged him further over the German lines and then swooped around so quickly it took the Camel completely by surprise. The Camel zoomed up and Jacob gave him both barrels. The enemy aircraft tried to run but Jacob was waiting for that move and came around behind and put a devastating burst into him.

The Camel nosed down and smashed into the ground below.

Jacob calmed himself as he scanned around but saw no other aircraft and made his way home.

On landing he found several other Albatrosse also on their approaches.

Later that evening Oberleutenant Saschenberg called Jacob into his office. "That was a close call Herr Flugmeister, TWO close calls if you count this morning's mission" said Saschenberg.

"Well you lived to tell the tale Jacob and that's the important thing" Saschenberg continued.

"Some bad news though, the Camel cannot be confirmed, no-one else was around and the balloon crew were still firing at the other enemy aircraft and saw nothing apparently" confirmed the Oberleutenant.

"Some good news though, tomorrow I would like to see you in full dress uniform Jacob" said Saschenberg.

"May I ask why sir?" enquired Jacob.

"Well, I think it's only right when one is to receive an award that you look the part" the Oberleutenant said with a grin.

"Following my report to headquarters they have awarded you the Iron Cross 2nd Class and believe me when I say it's thoroughly deserved" finished the Oberleutenant.

"Now go and enjoy yourself man and relax" said Saschenberg.

"Aye, aye Herr Oberleutenant" said Jacob who saluted and left.



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"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
#4565057 - 04/18/21 07:57 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Epower, that is one big fat number! Glad to see Mac ride took your words to heart.

AT, oh yes, it is dangerous every time we take to the air,

Feldwebel Ludwig Kemp
April 17, 1918

The squadron was to take a balloon east of Ypres. Kemp was growing tired of the rainy weather. It made flying miserable. As they approached the lines, Hess, in his silver Phalz leading the way, pulled up and to the left across Kemp. Kemp knew this meant one thing and he instantly responded. He scanned around just in time to see 2 Nieuport scouts diving down. He turned and fired just as tracers passed by his head! Dodging and looking he made out another. Again tracers wizzed by his machine. Twisting and turning he found himself in thick cloud. Emerging he saw 3 Camels coming at him. He fired and climbed. Looking back he saw one on Beckman’s tail and dove to the rescue. The Camel was firing at Beckman when Kemp let loose his own barrage which sent the Camel diving for home. Kemp dare not follow as he was not sure which lines he was over. Seeing nothing again he climbed east.

Cruise over NML he constantly scanned for machines and finally saw 2 specks ahead. They were obviously in a duel. They were much lower than he so he dove. It was one of his Jasta and a Camel. He came in behind it tasting victory. As he fired, seeing his bullets strike home, he was jolted by a hammer blow to his body. There was no pain but he could feel something was terribly wrong! Then he felt the warm liquid from his chest inside his coat. He dove to the ground. Levelling out he felt himself grow faint and sat the machine down just east of the trenches. How he did not hit a shell hole, tree stump or other hazards he did not know as the blackness had consumed him before the machine stopped.

Ok gents, no cliffhangers. Kemp is alive and being carted to a field hospital.


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#4565059 - 04/18/21 08:15 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Lou, a horse? A monkey? Is someone getting a mascot for the squadron? Three stripes already for Freddy? He’s going to look like a zebra soon. Everyone will want to spank him then, especially nurse Ellison, if she’ll ever have the pleasure of seeing our flyboy again.

Epower, tell me about it! Everyone’s gunning for poor Rudi. Probably the most effective way to take down a Dreidecker. I have a feeling the Baron isn’t going to give up and roll over this easily. I’m sure he’s already complaining to HQ that it’s not fair. As to Rudi’s paint job ... it’s supposed to be a fox, just like his family name. That was also the reason why Ziggy had a rooster painted on the side of his plane. wink
Isn’t Oliver just on a roll? 130 Huns to his credit. Hearty Congratulations! Are there any medals left he still doesn’t have? So, letters from abroad. Any news from Clarissa? Does Winningstadt ever think about her while spending time on the bag? Or is the bag needed to stop thinking about the leggy blonde?
It looks like the little talk with McBride has had the desired effect on him. Lovely action shots, as always.

Albert, I’m certain The Baron will try to best Rudi even if it kills him.
I see the enemy has adopted the hit and ram tactics along the entire length of the Front. It was a close call, but Jacob survived that encounter. As well as the afternoon one. Shaving it very close Herr Kühn is. Very lucky to have noticed that herd of Camels coming from the flank. Too bad about the denied claim, though. I’m pretty sure those Flak boys had something to do with that. Very scary picture of those Camels chasing Jacob.

MFair, oh dear! I hope you have Carrick’s number. He’ll set you up with a caregiver that may not know what she’s doing, but at least is easy on the eyes.

18 April, 1918
Bonneuil Ferme, Flanders Sector
Jasta 19, JG II
Oberleutnant Rudolf Emil Fuchs EK1, HHO, PLM
79 confirmed kills

Jasta 19 new C.O., Ltn Hans Martin Pippart was a pilot’s pilot. Hans had been a pilot even before the war. He owned his aircraft company Pippart und Noll. They’ve been building Eindeckers there. He joined the German Air Service at the outbreak of war and flew on the Eastern Front. First as an instructor then as a two-seater pilot. He then transferred to single-seaters and scored victories over Russian aeroplanes and balloons in his Roland D.II. In fact, his successes earned him the reputation of a balloon-buster. In April of 1917 he was transferred to Jasta 13 in France and now, a year later, he was Staffelführer of Jasta 19. Until now he had 9 confirmed kills and his tally was about to skyrocket.
His victory streak would have to wait however, bad weather stood firmly in his way.

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"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys,
The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain,
From out of my arse take the camshaft,
And assemble the engine again."
#4565072 - 04/18/21 09:14 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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MFair - You're right there. It only takes one bullet and unfortunately it looks like young Kemp took it. Hopefully he can recover soon.

Fullofit - It was VERY dicey, thankfully I had a thousand feet to play with otherwise I had nowhere to go. Welcome to Leutenant Pippert but shame about the weather. Same news on the Flanders coast as well.


Flugmeister Jacob Kühn, IC2
Marine-Feld-Jagdstaffel 1
Jabbeke airfield

9 confirmed kills

18th April 1918

Due to the worsening weather and the mess it was making of the airfield, all flying was cancelled for the day.

However in the afternoon an enjoyable parade was held in the Kasino.

Oberleutenant Saschenberg presented Jacob with his Iron Cross 2nd Class and gave a rausing speech about the upcoming battles and Marine-Feld-Jagdstaffel 1's part in it.

There was a celebration in the evening which everyone enjoyed, some a little too much.

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"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
#4565075 - 04/18/21 09:32 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Hah, and here comes Dean's first decoration, even if it was gained in a less than fortunate way!

RAF - Well of course, bigger priorities than awarding a stripe to one downed airman when there's a dozen more being blown out the sky! But at least it finally got there and he finally got out the hospital

Fullofit - Indeed! Granted, no one does want to be shot down, but being shot down once is probably encouragement enough to try harder to avoid it!
The new CO sounds like a reasonable man! Hopefully he does a good enough job of leading the Jasta

Epower - Suppose bitterness does that, leading to such eagerness! Hopefully it won't lead to any fatal mistake for Dean.
More bombings, hm? Those Hun engineers must be at their wits end these days. Congrats on the 130th Hun, that's a whole lot

Tross - Indeed, back and finally ready for action. Your prediction seems quite right, unfortunately!
Sheesh, close calls indeed, those Brits are really not joking about. Good on Jacob for getting out in one piece.

MFair - Most unfortunate! At least it wasn't fatal! Here's hoping for a prompt recovery



2/LT Dean Andrews Cunningham
№64 Squadron RAF
Izles-Les-Hameux, Flanders
April 18th, 1918.


In the early morning of the 18th I've finally arrived back at the squadron via tender, this time thankfully not filled with potatoes, to a most mixed reception. On one hand, the folks were at the very least glad to see me back, and besides that I had the debatable pleasure of being decorated with a stripe for that trip to the hospital. My machine, too, patched up and waiting for me and I was promptly shown to it by my mechanic. It was rather nice, almost as a symbolic reminder that much like myself, my ride managed to avoid getting sent off to hell by that blasted Boche. On the other hand though, the atmosphere has been a bit tense and one didn't have to try to feel it. As I've been informed during my absence several other airmen from the squadron have been lost in action, killed by the huns. While they weren't anyone I was particularly close to, knowing that several men you've been serving with have been killed in your absence is not a pleasant feeling. It wasn't of course for nothing, as several of our airmen have managed to down a few huns in return. In short, things have been increasingly hectic and the tension has been getting to people. On the topic of downing, I managed to find Randolph, who was still very much alive and congratulated him on a good job with that balloon, which I still believe should've been rightfully mine. By the time all of the pleasentries were done, I was informed that B flight was to set out on patrol later on in the day, though hopes of that have quickly been dashed by an onset of clouds and rain that only intensified the longer we wait. Unfortunately my hopes of a prompt payback to the Hun have now been postponed, as all flights for the day had to be scrubbed because of the weather.

#4565172 - 04/19/21 05:46 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Albert, you can’t blame the boys for enjoying their drink too much, especially when celebrating the successes of one of their own. After a while even Jacob will be looking forward to an excuse to have a drink. Any excuse.

NR, we’ll soon find out if Pippard is made of the stern stuff, only if the weather would cooperate.
So, Dean is making a payback list, not just for himself, but also for all those who have fallen in his absence. With recent casualties this may be a long list. And the weather isn’t helping any. Rain ... what to do? Now, if everyone had a friend like Tybelsky.

19 April, 1918
Bonneuil Ferme, Flanders Sector
Jasta 19, JG II
Oberleutnant Rudolf Emil Fuchs EK1, HHO, PLM
79 confirmed kills

Tybelsky was standing in the doorway in his dress uniform. His grey overcoat on and his cap in hand.
“- Get dressed Rudi, we’re going out.” He announced while hurrying his young friend.
“- Why? What for? It’s raining outside.” Fuchs wasn’t in the mood.
“- Put your clean uniform on and don’t forget the Blue Max!” Albert would not give up this easily.
“- Ready for what? What are you up to?” Rudi was intrigued what sort of hair brained scheme his friend came up with this time.
“- We’re going to see die düfte Bienen! Hurry up!”
‘Fragrant Bees’ - Rudi had heard the term before. “- I can’t go see prostitutes, Albert. What about Berta?”
“- She’s not invited. Listen, do you want to be fumbling around on your wedding night? Consider this a learning opportunity. Trust me, Berta will thank you for it later.” Tybelsky was getting impatient.
Rudi thought for a second about his friend’s indecent proposal. Perhaps he was right? Rudi had no carnal knowledge of any woman. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Berta and if Albert thinks he needs lessons, then perhaps it’s not as easy as he thought it would be. He made up his mind and put on his finest tunic. His new decoration needed to be paraded around the town after all.
Tybelsky drove them east for an hour. Their car stopped in front of a mansion in the middle of nowhere. There were lights on in the second storey windows. Tybelsky got out of the car holding a bottle of champagne in each hand.
“- Here, help me with these.” He offered Rudi one of the bottles.
“- Someone lives here?” Fuchs looked at the house and wondered why this place wasn’t appropriated by the Army.
“- The owner obtained special dispensation, considering what goes on in here. No General would allow this place to be closed down. Let’s just hope for our sakes none of them are present on the premises at this time.” Tybelsky put his forefinger to his lips and made a loud shushing sound.
They climbed two flights of stairs. Even outside the entrance they could smell tobacco smoke, sweat and perfume mixed together in an odd, one of a kind scent. The door opened to a well lit parlour. A collection of sofas, tables and chairs littered the room. Many occupied by men in uniform and ladies in various states of undress. Men gave the new arrivals a cursory once over, while the women extended the curtesy of studying the two men in greater detail. The place was loud, full of laughter, giggles, squeals which were easily masked by the gramophone playing another French melody.
Rudi was in awe. A feeling he remembers experiencing only once before when, as a young boy, he was taken by his father to the candy store in Stuttgart for the first time. A table occupied by three girls caught his eye. In particular the young blonde sitting on the left talking to the other two: a redhead and a brunette, both older than the first girl. The redhead said something into the ear of the young girl and they all started to giggle. Rudi smiled as if taking part in their conversation.
Tybelsky took a quick glance to estimate the situation and grinned: “- Jackpot! We’re in luck. It’s not busy yet.”
A rather large woman in a red sparkling dress approached the two pilots. The dress could barely contain all her assets and Rudi was certain that if she’d lean forward even an inch, her jewels would spill over. The Madame seemed to recognize Tybelsky right away and came over to be introduced to the younger man. Fuchs could barely hear anything that was being said, but could see the woman’s beady eyes dart from his face to his neck where his most recent decoration was hanging. Tybelsky was now explaining something into her ear. Rudi stole another look in the direction of the table with the three girls. The blonde was looking back at him. He waved shyly at her. The other two girls giggled and nudged the blonde with their shoulders, but the girl dropped her gaze and stared at the table. She couldn’t be any older than Rudi, he thought. And from the looks of it not that experienced.
The obese Madame came to an agreement with Tybelsky and turned towards the table with the three girls. She raised three fingers to call one of the girls. Rudy hoped the blonde girl would be the lucky number three, but it was the girl with the black hair that pushed the chair away from the table, stood up and was now coming over. She was tall and slender. Rudi estimated at least ten years his senior. Suddenly Fuchs was paralyzed by fear. He panicked, looked at Tybelsky and mouthed two words to him: “the blonde!”
Albert understood, but mouthed back “no!” and put his thumbs up as the girl approached. The Madame gave the tall girl some instructions. She listened and nodded that she understood, then went up to Rudi, took his hand while smiling at him and led him to one of the side rooms. Fuchs was shaking inside. This was more terrifying than any furball he’s been in. More dangerous than attacking a Strutter from behind.
The room was dim and illuminated only by three candles. Rudi looked around. He could see a bed with a nightstand beside it. There was a table in one corner with a champagne bottle and glasses on it. A dresser with a basin full of water and a chair beside it occupied the other corner. Heavy curtains were covering the windows. The girl let Rudi in and closed the door behind her. It was much more quiet now.
“- Please, pour us a drink.” The tall girl requested and Rudi obeyed. He opened the bottle with a loud pop.
The girl went to the dresser and dipped a rag in the basin with water. She then hiked her skirts up and raised her left foot. She set her foot on the seat of the chair, exposing her privates to Rudi and began to “freshen” herself up with the moistened rag. Rudi watched and overfilled the glasses. He cursed not because he wasted champagne, but because he couldn’t see well. The candles were just too dark. He wanted to see her nakedness. Little Rudi was standing at attention demanding it.
She’d finished her bath and approached Rudi.
“- What’s your name.” Rudi was stalling.
“- Whatever you want it to be. I’ve been called many names, some nice, some not so much.” She smiled. “- What’s your girl’s name?”
Rudi answered without thinking: “- Berta. Wait ... how do you know I have a girl?”
“- You flyboys all have a girl.” She started to unbutton his fly. She then reached in. Electric shock went through Rudi’s body when she touched him. She pulled his member out and began to stroke it gently. Rudi’s brain could not keep up with the pleasure, his knees began to buckle. He thought he was in the air, floating. A sudden wave of pleasure washed over him. By the time he realized the reason for his euphoria, it was too late to stop himself.
‘Berta’ smiled: “- We have a rogue shooter!”
“- Mein Gott, I’m sorry, I’ve ruined your dress!” Right now Rudi would be content if the ground opened up beneath his feet and swallowed him whole.
“- Don’t worry. It’ll wash off, trust me. Now, take off your pants and lie down on the bed. Leave the medal on.”
Rudi obeyed each of her instructions without any objection, although he thought the part about his Blue Max was weird.
The girl discarded her dress and now Fuchs could see her entire naked body. She was even more skinny than the dress was letting on. Her long legs and arms seemed disproportionate to her body. Her breasts were sagging from malnourishment. Rudi was drinking it all in regardless. He was laying on the bed on his back and watched her approach. As she did, she raised her hands to her head and pulled the hairpins from her hair to let it flow down onto her shoulders and her breasts. She walked over to the foot of the bed and wiggled her way between his feet, slithering her way up to his knees and making her way toward his groin. He could feel her breath on his scrotum.
“- Let’s see what we can do about this fallen soldier.” She smiled and began to lick the tip, then the shaft. He could feel the warmth of her mouth and blood rushed to his head. Little Rudi was ready for duty once again. She continued to move up his body. She was now on her knees with Rudi between her legs. Her body was hovering above his pelvis. She began to slowly descend, guiding his manhood inside her. She went lower, all the way down. As she did, she drew a short sharp breath and released it slowly with a quiet moan. Her body began to rock and the curled tips of her raven hair were playfully hooking around her large nipples. Rudi wanted to touch those breasts. He extended his arm, but she swatted it away.
“- Learn now. Play later.”

***

The Madame was enjoying herself. She was now sans her red dress, but in a negligee that was even more revealing, if that was even possible. She was sitting in Tybelsky’s lap and they were both laughing. She had a half-full glass of wine in one of her hands, the other was hooked around Albert’s neck. Same with Tybelsky, he had a drink in one hand. His other hand was lost between Madame’s thighs.
Rudi came out of the room tucking his shirttails into his pants. He had an enormous smile on his face and announced that he was done and is ready to go. ‘Berta’ was leaning against the door frame of their room, wrapped in a robe and smoking a cigarette. Rudi waved goodbye to her. She returned a smile. As they were leaving Fuchs cast an eye across the room to the table with the girls. Only the redhead was left. The blonde was nowhere to be seen.
The two men were descending the staircase and returning to the aerodrome. Tybelsky put his arm around Rudi’s neck to congratulate him on his latest conquest. Fuchs could smell Madame odour on Albert’s hand.
“- Get that meat hook off my shoulder, we don’t know where it’s been!”
Tybelsky sniffed his fingers and recoiled. “- Right!”
“- Albert, promise me you’ll never mention this to Berta.”
“- Ho, ho! Does that mean I’m invited to the wedding?”
“- No! ... Yes ... We’ll see.” Rudi was lost in his thoughts.


"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."
#4565188 - 04/19/21 07:30 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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#4565202 - 04/19/21 08:41 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: BuckeyeBob]  
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Don’t we though! cowboy

Feldwebel Ludwig Kemp
Roulers Hospital,
April 19, 1918

Ludwig could hear noises. They did not make sense to his ears. As he blinked his eyes he was aware of pain in his upper body. “Are we back in the world of the living my boy!” he heard a voice say. Slowly the image of Beckman came into focus. “Ah! There you are. Glad to see your still with us!”
Kemp looked around and said “I dont remember much. Last thing I remember was the just before I crashed.”
“Crashed? Why, you made a beautiful landing Kemp! Your machine is still in tip top condition. They brought her back to the field yesterday afternoon.” Beckman said.
A nurse came over and said, “don’t take too long Herr Leutnant, he needs his rest”
Beckman nodded. “Leaving now Miss. I just wanted to see if the boy was alright.” The nurse went on her way. Beckman looked back at Kemp and then again at the nurse walking away. “Well! You sure know how to pick them Kemp. Not bad. Not bad at all!”
Kemp tried to sit up but the pain put him on his back. “I don’t think I had a choice. That’s the first time I have seen her” he said. “How did everyone fair in the last fight. That was a real row,”
Beckman put his cap on and straighten his coat. “Poor Hess got it, but everyone else came through. Looks like rain for a few days so I’m off to see the sights! I’ll be back when I can. They say you will be a couple of weeks before you return.” Beckman looked at the nurse again and back at Kemp. “If I were you, I’d spend that time setting my sights on her.”


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#4565205 - 04/19/21 09:03 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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I think Rudi needs a steaming hot shower.....and maybe a squirt of powder too.

One question, did he have his PLM on?

MFair - Glad to see Kemp is compos mentis at least and he's got some eye candy for his period in hospital.



Flugmeister Jacob Kühn, IC2
Marine-Feld-Jagdstaffel 1
Jabbeke airfield

9 confirmed kills

19th April 1918

As the rain carried on throughout the day it was clear there would be no flying today.

The water table was ridiculously high, so bad in fact the naval despatch rider struggled to bring the new orders and post.

However the ingenuity of the Imperial navy shone through.....

Whereas the ground crew appreciated some time off......

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"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
#4565206 - 04/19/21 09:13 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Marne,

April 19, 1918.


More foul weather after stand two , we fell out with nothing to do I found a cozy warm spot in the living room and dreamed of how I would spend my Inheritance

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#4565222 - 04/19/21 11:40 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Albert – congratulations on the decoration. I’m sure there will be even greater things to come for Jacob.

MFair – thanks for the medical report on Kemp! Good to know he is on the mend.

Not relevant – good to see Cunningham back with 64. Now for the weather to clear…

Fullofit – I see Rudi has finally found Carrick’s nurses’ residence.

EPower – 130! That is nearly double my best score to date. Incredible performance.


War Journal of Captain George Ewan MacAlister, DSO, DSC
74 Squadron, RAF
Clairmarais, France

Part 36


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" I saw the enemy pilot fall forward in his seat..."


“My brother Thomas has written and is safe, although he speaks of great movements and disruptions since the German advance. Of course he cannot give me details but it all seems so terribly frightening. I pray every night for his safe return and, of course dear boy, of yours as well. Does it not seem that the world before the war was a dream, a dream of a place populated by a species like ours but ever so carefree and different. Will we ever know that kind of peace again?”

Bronwyn’s brother is with the Middlesex Regiment, if I recall correctly, and she lives in constant fear for him. I tucked the letter away and took up my pen to continue my response.

I described for her a trip I took in the summer of 1914. I went with two friends by bicycle around the north end of Loch Lomond, through Tarbet and Crianlarich and over to camp by the foot of Ben More, then back by way of Kilmahog and Aberfoyle. We fished and set snares for rabbits, catching nothing, and we bought hard cider from a farmer and got pleasantly sozzled in our tent. I wondered whether Bronwyn would be up for such an adventure one day. Of course, we should have to be married first and that was wildly premature.

It was 16 April, the weather still wet and blustery. I had a line patrol in the morning and we mixed up with a group of very keen Albatros merchants. I bagged one but it went unwitnessed. And then, just before lunch that same day, my world was disrupted. Orders arrived that I was to be transferred to another squadron as a flight commander. I knew nothing of the unit other than it was a former RFC squadron and fairly new to France. My orders were to report to Major Caldwell at 74 Squadron, at Clairmarais, near Saint Omer. Leaving Naval Eight was like leaving family after so many months. I made my tour of the hangars and wished farewell to the faithful mechanics and riggers who had laboured so long and hard to keep me in one piece. I paid a last visit to the wardroom and enjoyed a drink with Johns and Jordan and the skipper. Then I retired to my hut to reread Bronwyn’s last letter. I was still writing a response when the tender pulled up outside my hut and the driver honked his horn.

The drive took two hours on rutted roads with troops moving in both directions. The Germans’ northern push was reaching a critical point where it would either break through or be held. I had the impression that order was gradually emerging from the chaos of the first few days.

My first view of Clairmarais caused a sigh of relief – welcoming me was a row of neat Camels. I should be right at home. I had the tender drop me off in front of what was clearly the squadron office. Scarcely had it pulled away when I noticed the sign by the door: “Officer Commending 54 Squadron, RAF.” I enquired inside as to the location of number 74 and was directed to a line of sheds a good half mile off across the sodden fields. And so I made my way, struggling with my valise and small seabag, through the mud. I was still a long way off when approached by a Crossley touring car driven by a tall, dark-haired officer with a wry grin.

“Good afternoon, sailor,” he said. “I’m afraid you’ve come too far. The port is back in that direction. Big thing – full of water and ships and such.”

I struggled to see his rank so that I could respond appropriately but before I could, he leaned over and opened the door. I threw my kit in the back seat and fell in gratefully. We lurched forward with the grinding of gears and headed for the correct squadron office. My rescuer was a captain, I discovered, any introduced himself as Mannock and invited me to call him Mick as apparently others did. Captain Mannock, it seemed, was to be one of my fellow flight commanders.

The next shock was when I saw that the squadron was equipped with SE5s. I had not flown a stationary engined machine since a BE2 in training and wondered by what mistake I had ended up with this crowd. I had no time to puzzle this out, for I had to meet the major before dinner. Mannock undertook to deliver my kit to the hut (no longer a cabin) which the flight commanders shared. I stepped into the office, a small crowded room and was immediately welcomed by the squadron commander, Major Caldwell. This rugged-looking New Zealander was immediately likeable. He exuded confidence and it was clear that he would be no friend to a fool.

“The squadron will be the best fighting squadron on the front. Nothing will stop us from achieving that goal. I have asked specifically for you because I have been told that you go after Huns and knock them down. That is exactly what we need from all our pilots. Can you share that ability?”

“I think so, sir,” I replied.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

“Yes sir, it is.”

“Then just say yes. If you say anything else, you are looking for permission to fail.” It was easy to see what Major Caldwell was made of. In the next couple of minutes he took me directly to a Bessonneau hangar where an SE was being run up.

“This one will be yours,” he said. “Engine by Wolseley, so it’s a little more reliable than the Hisso. You’ll still want to save full power for when you really need it. Take it up for a couple of minutes and get the feel. You won’t have much time to get broken in here so get what experience you can.”

I climbed into the machine wearing a greatcoat and leather gloves. The cockpit felt like a racing car. It gleamed with instruments and brass fittings. The mechanic shouted a few words of encouragement and then we went through the litany leading up to “contact” and throwing the prop. The machine roared into life with a comforting steadiness. The Ack Emmas steadied the outer struts as I turned into the wind. And then I was off. The first thing I noticed was the incredible visibility. One looked directly over the upper wing, which was staggered well forward. There were few places for a Hun to hide. The machine climbed effortlessly. I made several circuits and then climbed to 4000 feet, where I rolled and looped and threw the beast into vertically banked turns. It turned marginally slower than the Sopwith but carried much more speed and, overall, felt much stronger. I was surprised how well I enjoyed this new mount.

At dinner I began to meet the others. A compact Welshman named – inevitably – Jones and called even more inevitably “Taffy” was the other flight commander besides Mannock. There were a couple of fellows from Africa and an older chap they called “Dad” who was married. He had a hyphenated name which I forget. The OC is referred to by all as “Grid.” Apparently it is a New Zealand term for bicycle and our machines are therefore referred to as grids. Mannock is an enigma, alternatively serious and solemn and impish and playful. He is of Irish stock and the Celtic blood runs deep. He has taken to calling me “Matey” and I feel in my blue monkey jacket that I stand out like a pair of brown shoes at a white tie dinner.

The next morning I joined Mannock’s flight for a long patrol in which we were to escort a group of RE8 observation machines to photograph German positions near Bethune. I struggled to keep formation without the aid of a blip switch and substituted by using the mixture to temporarily rob the engine of oxygen. It is not a particularly good method but it beats making a mess of my first flight with a new squadron. We rendezvoused with the two seaters near Arras and continued on our way. “C” Flight was providing top cover and as we approach the lines flew some distance ahead of us. I notice them fear off to the east and as we approach the lines I could make out several machines swirling about in a melee. I signalled to Mannock and headed to the attack. I was certain we could overwhelm the enemy and return to our duty within a couple of minutes. To my dismay, however, none of the others followed and I was the only one to leave formation. It was too late to turn back so I committed to the fight. C Flight was tangling with a group of Fokker triplanes. I climbed above the fight, picked a Hun and soon got on its tail. The Vickers and Lewis gun combination did not have the terrifying power of my Camel’s twin Vickers, but it did its job. I saw the enemy pilot fall forward in his seat and the machine began a long vertical dive at full power. I watched it for several thousand feet and then turned back to catch my formation before they disappeared into the distance.

For the next hour we paraded across the front, shepherding our observation machines. Then a group of German two seaters approached, escorted by Albatros scouts. To my surprise, the German scouts broke away and dived at us. The fight was intense for several minutes. I saw a Hun firing at an SE and got behind it. My rounds tore apart its starboard upper wing, which partially broke away. I watched the machine fall out of control. Another Hun took a crack at me but I got behind it and fired. It rolled on its back and began a long slow spin towards earth. I watched it down to about 2000 feet and became convinced that the pilot was disabled. I turned to search for the others from the squadron since the fight had now dispersed. Instead I found a loan Albatros heading east. The EA pilot never saw me until my machine guns tore his Albatros apart. It fell west of Epinoy. I picked up with three of the others and we returned to Clairmarais. I submitted my four claims, only one of which was in my opinion a certainty. It would be hours before the rest of the squadron returned to Clairmarais as they had landed in different places all the way down to Arras and beyond. I hoped that perhaps someone could confirm another machine. As luck would have it, Dolan from C Flight confirmed the Fokker and Mick, who had landed at La Gorgue on the way back, eventually showed up and confirmed that the second of the three Albatri had indeed hit the ground. Mick took me aside, however, and had a few harsh words about my leaving the formation to chase the Fokkers. I realised he was right. My actions set a bad example for the newer pilots and could get them in trouble. In the next breath, Mannock was slapping me on the back and congratulating me on my two Huns. These two victories were my welcome gift to 74 and brought my score up to 47.

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#4565230 - 04/20/21 01:02 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Fullofit - Heh, well, a list's only good when one can use it, be it one for comrades or for yourself. The weather definetely isn't helping Dean with that though.
Well well, that's definetely a secret to keep then for Rudi.

MFair - Sheesh, a couple of weeks? Best hope those are well spent and not filled with ceaseless boredom for Ludwig! At least there's nurses around, eh?

Carrick - Main thing is Jules actually living long enough to spend that inheritance.

Raine - Indeed, reunited with the lads once more... And the bad weather that follows Dean it seems.
Truly, must be rather saddening to say farewell to all the comrades and leave them behind. On the other hand though, two confirmed, including a fokker with such a lovely paintjob. Too bad it crashed and burnt! What irony too, 74th squadron, 47 confirmed planes.. And flying the great SE5 of all things too



2/LT Dean Andrews Cunningham
№64 Squadron RAF
Izles-Les-Hameux, Flanders
April 19th, 1918.


With great sadness I write that the weather from yesterday still hasn't cleared and any attempts at flying are off the table.The day has been spent in the mess hall debating the current turmoil at the front and then trying to relax and prepare myself for whenever we get back to flying again. I tried asking some of the more experienced pilots for tips on how to proceed in combat with the Hun, though I did not get much more than 'dive', 'keep up altitude' and 'don't try to turn with them for ages'. Well, that much is obvious, but at least it's something. Hopefully tomorrow the weather will clear up enough for us to go flying again...

#4565232 - 04/20/21 01:07 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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It seems the weather has most grounded. Good time to be in hospital.

Raine, a fine yarn my friend. Flying with the legend himself. I’m sure you will have your boys whipped into shape in no time.


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#4565264 - 04/20/21 10:59 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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MFair - The dud weather does appear to have everyone looking for diversions these last few days. As you say, good time to be in hospital, or recovering from an injury. Here's hoping Ludwig is back to health ASAP.

NotRelevant - Dean's fellow pilots seem to have given him the usual precepts concerning aerial combat, though they did fail to mention "head on swivel" and "beware the Hun in the sun". Let's hope your man learns those lessons without the loss of life or limb.

Raine - So Mac is now with 74 Squadron, he's in stellar company there. He's also wasted no time in showing his new mates why he should be there, with two confirmed after his first day. 47 at 74 sounds a numerically lucky omen as well.

Carrick - I see Jules has gone to his happy place. Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree, (vous rythmic, moi rythmic, we all rythmic for Eurythmics).

Albert - Yet another man looking for ways to keep busy during the monsoon, and after his close calls on the 17th Jacob is probably appreciative for a bit of a break. Now it's his purse at risk, what with all the celebrating in honor of his EK2c.

BuckeyeBob - You're in luck, cold showers are all we have.

Fullofit - Rudi's new Kommandant is a true old hand, flying since before the war even started. But how is it that the man's future is already known? Now then, as for that brothel episode, I didn't know we had Cinemax!

Epower - Oliver's at 130? Crikey! That's going to be one helluva decorations party.


As for Captain Frederick Abbott, he's been making use of the cane, limping about camp and serving as OD since the Hun bullet removed him from the flight roster. He's not missed out on any flying though, due to the dud weather grounding everyone in the area as of late. But from the looks of it he'll be missing out today, and the next several days as well. While his leg is healing, it's certainly not doing so as quickly as Abbott would like it to. On a brighter note, the mail has at long last caught up with 65 Squadron after all their moving around, so Freddy is now enjoying nearly a month's worth of correspondence. Also of brighter note, he was awarded his claim from the disastrous go-round with the Circus, bringing his confirmed tally to 65. 65 at 65, more numerical good fortune, eh what?

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#4565275 - 04/20/21 01:50 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Raine - So MacAlister has joined the elite. I loved the way he went to the wrong HQ first. A veritable parade of aces on show there but he showed his worth straight away with those kills.

NR - A frustrating time for young Cunningham waiting for this weather to clear. He's like a coiled spring waiting to unleash on the Germans.

Lou - I think you're right about the break plus it's no fun flying in that awful weather, having to fight for every meter of height. So Freddy's wound is proving a little troublesome, hopefully it'll heal by the time the weather clears and at least he's got something to read in the meantime.


"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
#4565293 - 04/20/21 06:22 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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I am finally back with a new laptop. I am unsure, though, as if I'll be able to recover my old profile with Helmut as the old laptop is mildly inoperable. Anyhoo, if I had to reenlist with a new pilot, what faction would you suggest? Cheers

#4565295 - 04/20/21 06:33 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Dear trustworthy,

Once you decide which nationality you will play, let me know and I will put on my Campaign Master hat and assign you a squadron.

#4565297 - 04/20/21 06:33 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Lovely Raine. Once I'm back to the game I'll let you know biggrin

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Raine;

Excellent stories and a PIP of a shot in your last post, worthy of a windows screen background!


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