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#4567068 - 05/03/21 08:29 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) ***** [Re: Raine]  
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21 confirmed kills

2nd May 1918

Both of yesterday's sorties involved flying to the lines south of Nieuwpoort. The weather was ideal for flying, little wind and clear blue skies. Both sorties went without mishap or major incident. There were enemy aircraft high above as MFJ1 got airborne on the first sortie but were well gone by the time Jacob got height.

One positive thing was Jacob leading Kette Zwei on the afternoon sortie.

In the evening Oberleutenant Saschenberg held a briefing with the Jasta. He spoke about the current operations on the ground and how Georgette had come to a halt. He couldn't confirm what the next operation would be or when. The pilots looked at each other and were rather subdued at this news.

They weren't stupid, they knew the reposte from the enemy would come soon.




3rd May 1918

The morning sortie was another jaunt without incident. The weather was still good but more cloudy than the previous day. The Jasta patrolled down to Menen and back and all returned safely.


By the afternoon sortie, the clouds had encompassed the area and rain was in the air. The winds had picked up too....an altogether more unpleasant situation for the pilots.

They were to head back to the lines south of Nieuwpoort and after reaching 12500 feet they headed off towards the lines.

The clouds made spotting anything else very difficult and Jacob was as attentive as ever.

They reached 16000 feet as they reached the lines and patrolled for around twenty minutes when Jacob caught movement below and over to the left. They were heading towards Jabbeke and Ghistelles.

Jacob kept his eyes on them when suddenly he saw them turn towards him and the rest of Kette Zwei. 'What were they?' thought Jacob, they looked too big to be scouts but moved very quickly......then Jacob recognised them......DH4's!

Kette Zwei dived into the attack, Jacob fired and scored hits and climbed back up, this time searching for a single target.

He found one as a DH4 flew underneath him and away. He swooped down and put a long burst into the enemy. He felt bullets hitting the Albatros from the DH4's gunner and nosed underneath and then looped over and around behind the enemy aircraft.

Jacob lined up and poured bullets into the DH and saw smoke starting to billow from the front of the aircraft. He continued firing and the DH4 burst into flames.

Incredibly the enemy aircraft kept turning and tried to get onto Jacob's tail. Jacob avoided it and put more rounds into the enemy. The DH nosed down now and Jacob watched as it smashed into the ground.

He breathed a big sigh of relief and took stock. He could see more Albatrosse and some DH4's had made for the lines.

On landing he met up with Leutenant Heinrich. "Good work Jacob I saw you nail that two seater" said Heinrich.

"He was a brave man that pilot, he just didn't want to let me go" said Jacob.

Four DH4's had been confirmed destroyed but an Albatros was lost and Gottfried Loeffler was dead.

This news subdued the celebrations in the kasino later.

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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."
#4567089 - 05/03/21 10:53 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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May 3. 1918.

Dawn AF Patrol 11 A/c. No contact.

1305 hrs off to get a Balloon: 5 a/c in two flights. While descending over target. 3 e/a Buzzed us diverting our attention. Zee Boche were slick but the Captainie got one. I circled back to get Zee Gas Sausage only to see it smoke then flame my wingmates got there 1st.

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#4567096 - 05/04/21 12:32 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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NR - The Butcher's bill remains high with 64 Sqn. Tough going for Dean. Always nerve wracking those small patrols with no top cover support. Good thing no Huns about. Even better to learn about the Lewis gun improvement. Make sure you get close before firing!
This Lehman fellow bears watching. What is Dean up to with him I wonder?

Albert - Jacob is on the proverbial tear. And now the Iron Cross. Horrido! Nurses all over Flanders will be tremendously impressed, I have no doubt. Four Camels?! Mein Gott Im Himmel! Your man is moving up very fast indeed. Many will be the eyes watching him.

Fullofit - Crushing news about Rudi journeying to the House of the Death God. Not by hand of man did he fall but by the thrice accursed collision code. It's that coming up form underneath that always seems to be the issue. Not unrealistic I suppose but hardly the end we envisioned for the Kannone Kaiser. This is the third paean I've written to one of your pilots. Let us hope there will not be a fourth for Pyotr for whom I say Bienvenue! Unfortunate about the lack of witnesses but what can one expect, he is a foreigner. I'm sure things will change soon.

TWK - Wilkomen Albrecht! Und congrats on the first victory. Let us hope that the cl;aims office and his CO, the future Der Grosse, smile upon him.

Lou - Many thanks for Oliver's wound stripe. Babson is undoubtedly sewing it on the remaining tunics as I type. Let us hope it will be the last. Four is quite enough. Freddy went out with a bang. Bravo! 71. A very generous parting gift from 65 Squadron. I think Freddy may be in line for a Majority and a command at this rate. And now he's off to HE to recharge and get up to other mischief. Shame he and Oliver missed each other but the British military has its ways. I've no doubt they will reunite at some point.

MFair - Young Kemp has torn himself from the friendly clutches of the beautiful Mia. Let's hope it won't require another wounding before they meet again. That verdammt blockade of the Allied on the other hand is now showing its teeth. Fuel shortages! Not good. Let's hope this isn't the wave of the future. All three rejected, you say! this is infamous! Infamous! Yet tomorrow brings another vicotry, a confirmation and a narrow escape. Still alive.

Raine - Good to have you back in circulation. What news of young Mac?

Carrick - Four confirmed now. Jules is winning the race, slow and steady. Keep it up and there may be bling in his future.
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À la Recherche du Temps Perdu - Part 80


1 May 1918
No. 8 General Hospital
Rouen, France

A full week since my run in with the Circus. Seven days awash with pain and broken sleep and now yesterday’s revelation. I landed beyond our second line trenches just east of Corbie. I barely had time to pry the watch from its casing before three Australians were hauling me painfully from the cockpit. We reached the safety of the communications trench mere seconds before the shells rained down. So passed C5333. She was a good old bus and brought me home safely at the last.

The diggers slapped a field dressing on my head to staunch the bleeding over my left eye. The bullet exploding my goggles sent a shard of glass across my left eyebrow, leaving a deep boxer’s cut which bled profusely. The company CO kindly permitted me a telephone call to the squadron informing them as to my whereabouts and intended destination.

At the Advanced dressing station, the MO helped me out of my flying suit and uniform tunic. My shoulder screamed at any movement but the wound was a clean through and through on the outside part of the muscle. As for the burning hot stripe on my back, the Orderly was not concerned.

“Just a graze, there, sir. Nothing to worry about.”

Two hours later I arrived at No 42 Casualty Clearing station in Aubigny where I remained for the next two days.

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The officer’s tent was largely empty, most having been evacuated on the Ambulance trains

The gash above my left eye took 12 stitches but the Doctor planned to let my lower back heal as an open wound. He held a mirror so that I might see. The graze looked to be a neat 6” slice across the skin. Small bits of underlying tissue rolled upward but the muscle beneath remained largely untouched. An angry and ever-expanding stain of purple bruising covered my left shoulder. The gunshot wound was a clean skewering of the thickest part of the muscle. The unending series of painful irrigations continued to keep infection at bay.

“You’re a very lucky man, Captain,” said Major Mumford. “for which you can thank the strange geometries of aerial combat. This entry should be a bullseye for the artery, the nerve and the head of the humerus. If you survived the hemorrhage, I’d most probably have your arm off. Now, it’s a standard flesh wound. I expect you’ll make a full recovery in a week to 10 days.

yet he bent away to one side and avoided the dark death.

On the second day, Robin Grosvenor and Percy Hobson came to visit, bringing me some fresh clothes. None too soon as I was scheduled to be on the next Ambulance train to Etaples. They took my blood-soaked tunic and Sidcot suit with them for Babson to mend.

Their news told of a rough three days for 84 squadron. Duke was shot in the arm, which I already knew. Sumsion, the new man, hit in the knee the same day I was wounded and poor Lister-Kaye caught a bullet right in the seat just yesterday.

A brutally long and painful train journey today. 20 hours and with the wound on my back I could never get comfortable whether sitting or lying. The sisters did their best but there was little I could do but grit my teeth and bear it.

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My officer's sitting compartment was luxurious compared to the 3 tier berths. Those fellows have it far worse.

Morning of 28 April I arrived at No. 8 Red Cross Hospital in Rouen! My tag showed No. 1 Red Cross in Le Touquet. I woke after a few hours fitful sleep to see the writing crossed out and No 8 and Rouen written instead. Tell me this is not a military operation. As it turned out, the misdirection was a blessing as I was in the same ward as Duke and Lister-Kaye. Duke shipped for England in the afternoon. Lister-Kaye will go in a few days. He was only with the squadron for three weeks, coming in with McCann, Southey, and Sumsion on April 4th.

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29 April – Lister Kaye is off to Blighty. The Doctor here joked with me that I had a cushy wound and I’d be off to England soon, to which I strongly protested. I think the vehemence of my response took him aback. I’ll have a hell of a time getting back to France if they ship me to an English Hospital. I must admit to being a pest to the doctors regarding my return to duty, but none will say when or if I might return to the squadron.

Back healing well. Shoulder hurts like the devil. Debriding sessions painful but I’m getting used to them and the VAD, an Australian named Jesse Traill, has a gentle touch. She is older than most of the other VAD nurses being to my eye in her mid-thirties. Lister-Kaye told me she is an artist of considerable repute.

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No. 8 General Hospital sits in the Bois Guillaume, north of the main hospital complex in the town. It’s beautiful here though I get the impression that the staff feel a bit isolated. Walking the grounds today I came upon some officers playing cards and they invited me to join in.

I may have overdone things today with my tour of the grounds. Exhausted and feeling rather stretched. Shoulder is barking loudly, especially after the latest treatment this evening.


30 April – Fitful night. Left shoulder feels hot this morning and I’m running a fever. Something is amiss. My quick healing now works against me as the wound keeps closing and preventing drainage. The Roentgen machine showed some additional fragments still embedded which the surgeon will remove later this morning. A routine procedure I'm told.

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I stood on the palace wall outside the royal apartments. Night had fallen but the festival of Athene continued throughout the City of Priam. The warm Summer breeze floated in from the Aegean. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned; it was she. The oil lamps in our sleeping quarters shone behind her. Their light cut through the gossamer silk of her dress, illuminating the strong lines and delicate curves of her body in a golden glow.
“Come back to me, beloved. Love me,” she whispered, pulling me toward her.


I woke on my right side. Her back pressed against my chest. I felt the softness of her skin as our bodies twined together. She held my left hand to her breast. The city lay quiet in the cool stillness of morning as the sun splashed yellow light into our chamber. Drifting back to sleep I could smell the oil of lavender lingering on her skin.

Sound and light. A woman’s voice, pleading.


“Come back to me. Please come back to me.”

The sun stood well above the horizon when I opened my eyes again. She was there, face close to mine, staring at me with those laughing eyes. Her hand touched my brow.
“Good morning,” she whispered, smiling… Eliza!

I felt a hand on my face.

“Good morning,” said a kindly voice. I woke in the officer’s ward. The Ward Sister stood over me, keeping her hand to my forehead. “Be still now,” she said placing a thermometer under my tongue and holding my wrist as she took my pulse.

“Fever’s broken. Excellent. Now let’s see to your bandages and get you a clean shirt. You’ve been in quite a state, quite a state for the last day, Captain.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“A reaction to the anesthetic. You’ve been utterly insensible these past 24 hours. The good news is that the surgeon removed the foreign body and cleaned all the infected tissue from the wound.”

As Nurse Jesse changed my shoulder dressing, I inspected the damage. The surgeon expanded the exit wound, from which a drain protruded, and a fresh row of sutures marched two inches up my shoulder. Fortunately, the incision went along and not across the muscle fibers. She brought a basin of warm water and began sponging me down. The wash felt wonderful.

“You had a visitor yesterday,” said Jesse, lifting my left arm and cleaning away the bloody discharge.

“Visitor?”

“A Senior Sister, from No. 2 Red Cross Hospital. Ludlow was her name. Said she knew you.”

It was real!

“Eliza?! Eliza was here?” I exclaimed.

“Stayed most of the night. She left not long ago once it was clear you would recover. I was asked to give this to you.”

Nurse Jesse handed me an envelope. There was something heavy in it, along with a note.

I drew out the light chain and instantly recognized the tiny medal. It was Eliza’s St Jude.

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** Jesse Traill's wartime photo album documenting her time at No. 8 General Hospital can be found HERE

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#4567099 - 05/04/21 01:23 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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#4567100 - 05/04/21 01:28 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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MFair - Well whatever they're thinking, they must surely be out of touch sending rookies like that leading flights. One can hope that he did indeed learn from that.
Some good and bad luck for Kemp, but at least he's alive. Congrats on a kill though.

Fullofit- Truly then, why not. Still an odd sight to see though! I'm sure with time his reputation will improve, along with witnesses to it.
No, they really aren't right. Between the constant cycling of airmen, a strange fascination bordering on obsession by HQ with the 64th, terrible forward observers who never seen to notice anything flying over them and bad weather, a possibly spying Hun rookie leading experienced British airmen into battle doesn't even seem all that surprising anymore. Dare I guess, will Dean get whisked away by a martian UFO next? Regardless, that mild thread surely oughta put him in his place and make him reconsider doing anything silly.
Most unfortunate about the denied claim, though not unexpected by any means. The Captaine I see is being quite snarky with comments like that. Thank God there was enough fuel, better hope such long fuel intensive sorties won't become an utter regularity. Would be most unfortunate to run out at some point.

Tross - Indeed, either some connections or there's other shenanigans afoot. That point certainly had to be made though, Cunningham has enough problems of his own to not be looking after a flight lead straight out of flight school.
Great work and screenshots with that DH4, though of course it is always saddening to lose a comrade.

Raine - Well, better to have someone like him second guessing himself than making bad decisions as a flight lead and getting everyone killed, right?

Carrick - Close to becoming an ace, keep at it.

Epower - Truly, the 64th just seems to have perpetual bad luck when it comes to losses. Those patrols truly are quite concerning, having to be on an even higher lookout than ever, just hoping that no one spots you and decides to have a go at you. Those new Lewises do seem to be a tad better, nothing war changing but shooting faster doesn't really hurt. And truly, but perhaps not too close, a collision wouldn't be ideal right now either.
Lehman certainly is quite shady, with just how suddenly appears and starts leading flights with no experience whatsoever. Dean does discover a bit of a theory, but what it entails isn't ideal either...
Your man really has been through a lot, but at the very least he is healing. That, and a letter. Better hope things are going to keep on looking up for him as time goes by.




2/LT Dean Andrews Cunningham
№64 Squadron RAF
Izles-Les-Hameux, Flanders
3rd May, 1918.

2 confirmed
1 pending



Bad weather at the start of the day, though the hopes of staying at home were dashed by news from the front that there were hostile planes over the lines and we were to intercept. Now, I must admit, I did not have a good feeling about this, as all our previous intercepts had the tendency of ending in absolute disaster for the Squadron. What didn't help of course was the fact that Lehman was to lead us on this intercept by order of our good Captain Hayden.. Honestly, what is it with him and that Lehman. On the topic of our very own Hun himself, I was somewhat relieved and surprised that he did not seem to decide to tell Hayden about our little conversation. I may be the more experienced pilot here, but threatening a superior officer with death is still not something one can just do willy nilly, even if I had a feeling that were it to come to this, Hayden would've dismissed these claims. Regardless of this, Lehman made no mention of what had transpired and even personally wished us all luck as we climbed into our crafts. Something about his overly friendly nature is starting to bother me...

Rain greeted us as we took off into the cloudy gray mass of the skies and climbed, following Lehman and then turning to our correct intercept sector of the front. I suppose he knew enough to not get us lost again, but for what he fixed in his navigation skills he wildly lost out in when it came to sighting targets! Quite simply we found no one at our intercept position, and after loitering for a bit we started to turn home when suddenly I sight a Hun, maybe a hundred feet or so above us, flying towards us and... right over us before he turned to head for his lines! Despite us still being loaded with fuel and ammo, Lehman it seems was too focused on leading us home to notice something as obvious... Cursing him, I contemplated breaking off and chasing him but he was getting away. Instead I noticed something even more curious, and still utterly invisible to Lehman... Further into our territory, also at around the same height I've sighted another lonely Hun carrying out his own bombing mission, with no care for how lonely he was. As dangerous as this was, I figured that this would be the best I was going to get when it comes to trying to get back at the Huns and if Lehman wasn't going to cooperate I'd just do it myself... So I broke formation and putting my throttle into full I sped towards him.

He barely noticed me as I approached and only managed to react whence I flew upon him from below and opened fire. The double seater instantly begun evading, the gunner wildly firing at me. What ensued was a lengthy five or so minute duel, with him desperately trying to evade and me climbing towards him from below, trying to stay out of the guns while also getting as close as possible and sinking bullet after bullet after him, seemingly to no avail. While this has transpired, there were times whence I've gotten so close to the man that I could see his observer and even gave him an angry shake of my fist while he tried to fire at me. Well, that and his intriguing funky little paintjob, with some dreadful symbol on it, which I if it were me would've replaced with something more intimidating... Such maneuvers unfortunately cost me some, as a bullet grazed my upper arm and another grazed and smashed up my goggles, though somehow missed my face. I wasn't about to let it go unpunished, and of course kept pressing my attack until eventually I received a bullet to my engine and the fuel tank begun to leak. Frustratingly, my vickers also ran out and thus I felt the need to land... It wasn't all in vain though, as by the time I left the Hun I've noticed his engine has also completely went out, and he was gliding downwards at a moderate rate, friendly Archie starting to kick in around him...

Gliding downwards, I found another amusing sight, that being another SE5 flying towards our lines and past me, also with a cut engine of his own, though this was the last I've seen him. Here's hoping that chap had a pleasant a landing as I did... Soon after I spied an airfield from up above, and after wiggling my plane in the air for minutes I managed to drop altitude and speed enough to land harmlessly at their field. Having seen my demonstration of aerial acrobatics in a damaged craft, the locals must've thought I was mentally deranged and promptly dispatched an ambulance towards me as I landed. After checking out the light and most irrelevant graze on my arm and verifying that I was not in fact mentally deranged and on the loose from an asylum they proved unwelcoming and promptly sent me and my damaged craft back on my way home with a tender.

Arriving back, I found that everyone else arrived with no issue, and as for Lehman himself, he didn't even see that I had gone missing until he landed... Honestly, what a bother that rookie is. Deciding to not waste my effort and the time it would take for my mechanics to fix up my craft, I went ahead and filed out a claim for the strangely decorated Hun that I sent on his way down with no engine before I myself had to land, hoping that at least the Archie might've seen it crash, though something tells me that if he did crash it'll be them claiming the kill for themselves... While I was doing that, I had a chance to speak with a few fellow airmen on the topic of Lehman, and a rather interesting theory came up. Given the frequency of our losses and the sudden appearance of Lehman and just how much he has been putting himself out into command positions, could it be that he was some dreadful would-be replacement for Hayden should he himself perish? It sounded silly and most improbable, but at this point it was one of the few theories we could muster. Only other possibility, we reckoned, was that he might've come from some aristocrat family and had some influence over in HQ. Irregardless, all I knew for sure is that unless he fixes himself up, that fella meant trouble...

Despite me temporarily wrecking my own craft, Hayden had assigned me a spare and decided that it was time for another patrol, which consisted of a simple patrol over our lines. The clouds and rain by then have dissapeared, and we made our run with no issues and no contacts, landing home after we were done. My mind keeps lingering on the thoughts of what a wreck our Squadron would be if it was suddenly to be led by an inexperienced Boche....

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#4567146 - 05/04/21 04:25 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Carrick - 4 confirmed now for Jules, good stuff. It's a shame he couldn't add to it with that balloon strike but the mission was a success which is what matters, and no losses.

Epower - Great read. So Oliver nearly lost his arm with that wound. That's not a way to finish his active service and thankfully they cleared the debris out before any infection took hold. That back wound might only be a gash but it's causing no end of problems it seems, most uncomfortable. Then they try and kill him off with anaesthetic. Add to that all the travelling he's had to do. No pun intended but he's certainly 'in the wars'. But a bright moment at the end with a visit from Eliza to buck his morale up. Let's hope that charm does the trick as far as luck goes.

NR - Cunningham certainly doesn't think much of Lehman clearly and maybe with just cause. Lehman obviously has friends in high places though so Cunningham needs to be careful. Then he took his frustrations out on that two seater although he took some heat from that gunner in return, thankfully it was only a scratch. Let's hope it gets confirmed.


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#4567181 - 05/04/21 07:07 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Apologies, no news on Schutzmeier as school and sport are currently taking up most of my time! Will be back posting as soon as I'm able to!

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#4567185 - 05/04/21 07:16 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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22 confirmed kills

4th May 1918

The weather today had descended into the dreadful once again. Strong winds and driving rain.

Despite this Jacob and the rest of Kette Zwei were able to complete two sorties.

The first was a patrol down towards Ypres. The mountainous clouds made simply keeping on course difficult nevermind spotting aircraft.

Despite being his usual attentive self, Jacob saw nothing of interest throughout and was very happy to land safely and dry off somewhat before the afternoon sortie.

The weather had not improved by the time the afternoon sortie was underway. Kette Zwei were to patrol above Aertrycke airfield where they had sustained damage over the last few days thanks to bombing raids.

The only sighting of other aircraft turned out to be a flight of Albatrosse heading the other way.

Jacob was thoroughly soaked again as he landed back at Jabbeke. "I'm glad to see the back of those two sorties" said Jacob to Leutenant Heinrich as he walked back to get cleaned up.

The funeral for Loeffler took place in the late afternoon. A soggy and sombre affair. The constant driving rain seeming to mock the Jasta's attempts at a proper send off.

"Roll on tomorrow" said Saschenberg as he sipped a drink with the others in the kasino later.

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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."
#4567187 - 05/04/21 08:16 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Mission AF attack. Our Esc never got there our 12 a/c were attacked by e/a and broken up. 3 damage and claimed 2 e/a Scouts. ( it would have been 3 but my V strut was denied no witness.} The fight was a split attack 2 Pflaz Types dove on us in a slash attack while the rest of the pack stayed over and later a few dived on us. I chased a Pflaz in circles and never got my sight near him ( black stripes on top wing. Then picked up a V strutt and chased him thru the thick white clouds firing. 2 40-42 rds went flying then another burst of 303 rds. Passed thru the cloud and cut loose 2 more strings of 40-48 rds. The e/a staggered the fell off on a wing smoke then flamer as he dove down to Zee ground. I was told No witness the Esc was busy claiming to break up the enemy pack no one saw it.

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#4567209 - 05/04/21 11:58 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Albert, yes Pyotr found that the hard way. The French claim process is nothing like back in Mother Russia. Shock number two (for me) ((again and again)) is how terrible the SPAD is. I assume AI doesn’t have the issue with the limited view from the cockpit.
A quiet day for Jacob on the 2nd, but the 3rd sure made up for that. Congrats on that DH.4, these aren’t the easiest to take down. Almost up there with the Brisfits. Too bad about Loeffler.
As to the 4th, well … soggy days are needed too. It gives the Staffel time to request a replacement for Loeffler and makes the grass that much more green on airfield’s pitch.

Raine, what happened is one of the crazy, suicidal Strutters dove from behind and never learned how to avoid other airplanes, he then took out Rudi’s undercarriage and flew off without knowing any better. Funny how you can’t control your plane without the wheels.

Epower, thanks. I do appreciate to send off worthy of a warrior. Has it been three already? The time flies when you’re having this much fun. The new boy has big shoes to fill and in a crate that is as aerodynamic as a brick house. He will try nonetheless.
I’m so relieved Oliver saved the watch from his cockpit with his last once of strength. The stay at the hospital appears to agree with Winningstadt and the healing of the wounds also seems to be going well, except those bullet fragments still lingering about. It will be a while before our hero has a round or two with his punching bag.
Speaking of which, Oliver must have felt like one after his allergic reaction to the anesthetic. Bloody hell! Time to update the medical record. So, the Angel of Mercy shows up and he’s out like a light, perhaps for the better. Too much pain interspersed with confusion with a dash of resentment may have had made this reunion a little awkward. But at least now he knows Eliza was not ignoring him. Now, about those letters. We have a mystery on our hands.

NR, it looks like the madmen at HQ are many and in all parts of service, even the French one. Those missions at the limit of SPAD’s fuel range are unnerving. I suppose they could land at a forward base on their return flight, or be moved closer to the action altogether, but they know better, they’re the HQ.
And speaking of HQ, Dean might be onto something with his theories about Lehman. That man is the strangest object in the air. Forget oddly decorated Hannovers or non-powered SE5, that man is it. And Dean means to uncover his dastardly plan, that I am sure of.
You might be right about the Ack-Acks claiming your two-seater. It’s happened before. Fingers crossed!

Kebab, keep positive. There is always tomorrow.

4 May, 1918 06:45 morning mission
Hétomesnil, Marne Sector
Esc SPA 67, GC 12
Sergent Pyotr Fyodor Smirnov
SPAD VII
0 confirmed kills

The orders came in and SPA 67 was to patrol over enemy airfield at Champien. The problem was they never even reached the Front. The escadrille stumbled upon a flight of Albatroses en route. The SPADs had the altitude advantage and swooped down on their prey. Pyotr had one in his sights and did a good job of following him, despite the top wing, thick as a trunk of a tree, obstructing most of his view. He was sure he did some damage and the Hun dropped all the way down to the tree top level. He then watched him go under his SPAD and that’s when he noticed two or thee other Boches on his tail. He broke just in time to avoid a fusillade. They circled and Smirnov lost the enemy from sight again due to the terrible view from his pit, but was sure he didn’t get far.

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It was frustrating, but in the end he managed to find one of the Albatroses trying to sneak up on his behind and sent the devil to hell. There had to be someone who’d seen that! Smirnov would not take a no for an answer this time.

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4 May, 1918 13:00 afternoon mission
Hétomesnil, Marne Sector
Esc SPA 67, GC 12
Sergent Pyotr Fyodor Smirnov
SPAD VII
0 confirmed kills
Awaiting one claim confirmation

The afternoon was quiet until the scramble signal had been given and the escadrille was in the air soon after. After spotting one of the invaders Pyotr approached and began to stalk him. He followed the bomber and had gotten close enough to open fire. Probably did some damage, but the rear gunner reciprocated with a volley that sprayed oil all over the windshield. Pyotr had to disengage and glide to the fields below. He found one large enough to comfortably set his machine down. The owner of said field wasn’t too particularly happy about the whole thing.

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The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain,
From out of my arse take the camshaft,
And assemble the engine again."
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Tross - Dean is of the more practical look. Lehman practically just arrived to the front for the first time and he's already leading and messing up. It's a kind of trend that could lead to a lot of bad things happening. Not the kind of liability one wants around. So at this point, even he isn't up to anything and isn't nefarious, he'd still be a total rookie put into power out of which he'd now probably struggle to get out of. Not a good combo... As for the two seater, it is indeed great it wasn't anything more than a scratch, but what do you know, it seems like risk has its reward. Confirmed!
Bad weather but uneventful, there's some goodness in that too after losing comrades. Fitting weather for the somber mood...

Carrick - Great work with those Huns, here's hoping they get confirmed!

Kebab - Do take your time to concentrate on the important things, real life comes first!

Fullofit - Trutful words there. Seems to me like HQ just really loves poking their noses into matters of which they have practically no knowledge about but still acting like they are the experts, eh?
As for the theories, they are perhaps the best attempts of a mere human mind at trying to figure out the mystery behind this wonderous Lehman creature of myth and legend. Dean would certainly love to know just what on earth is going on here, but counter espionage might have to wait given how much aforementioned HQ also loves to throw in tons of work to the 64th.
Fortunately, the Ack-Ack decided to be merciful and did not steal away the kill!

Interesting day for Pyotr, huh? What seemed a most generic patrol has escalated into a fight with whole bunch of Green Tail Albatrosses.
Unfortunate about the first Hun getting away, and thank God his buddies didn't do much serious damage to Pyotr as they possibly could've. On the other hand though, the trouble paid off as he did end up claiming a Hun for himself after all. Hopefully that one he'll get confirmed and most promptly.
Ah, two seaters and their engine-hitting gunners. Seems like Dean can relate to Pyotr on that one given what happened to him a day ago! But at least there was no trouble making a landing. As for the field owner; he oughta stay quiet lest he wants to go face off Hun airmen himself?
Gotta say though... That view on the SPAD is horrific, can't say too much about how it handles as I've not particularly flown it, but that visibility is just terrible. I wonder just how many unfortunate accidents and unspotted foes it could possibly lead to... Hopefully not many! And on the topic of accidents, gotta confess, I was concerned that one of those two Albs that zoomed past Pyotr from his six was about to carry on the Martyr Strutter tradition and try to ram.



2/LT Dean Andrews Cunningham
№64 Squadron RAF
Izles-Les-Hameux, Flanders
4th May, 1918.

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A mixed day today, but bordering on the edge of good. Well, as good as it can be with the usual losses... Bad weather with rain and clouds started off our day as Hayden led four of us, thankfully without the ever cheerful Lehman over the lines strapped with Cooper bombs to drop a few presents to a Hun airfield East of us. A Flight, led by someone other than Lehman was to assist us, though we soon lost them right after our climb in the thick clouds and the rain. We crossed the lines and managed to arrive to the airfield with barely any Archie harassment, which I found amusing but also relieving in a way. I guess the Huns don't like playing out in the rain? Soon after we were on target, dropping our bombs downwards, whistling through the air and into the field below. Mine, as far as I could tell, missed and overshot, but then in the end holes in the field are still something for the Hun to deal with so I was satisfied. We turned to head for home soon after, and looking back I managed to spy A-Flight finally setting on strafing the bombed field. Wishing them luck, I flew home along with B-Flight and landed. Half an hour later A-Flight returned, reporting great success with the exception of a single damaged craft which would take a day of intensive repairs. Not ideal, but at least there was no forced landings over Hun lines and no real losses. Well, besides mechanics spare time, which I'm sure will be dearly missed.

In the afternoon came the second mission of the day, which thanks to our dreaded luck had to be another intercept flight. I almost find it funny, that. On a clear sunny day the observers at the front refuse to notice a flight of slow bombers taking their time heading towards us, but on a terribly rainy and cloudy day where you can barely see the sky they manage to reach us and demand we go fly and take care of whatever it might be. Either they are slacking, or someone has some kind of vendetta against the poor 64th. At this point neither of these would surprise me. Thankfully for us, Hayden was likely unimpressed by Lehman's lack of spotting skills as this time he decided to lead B-Flight onto this mission himself, and it was certainly a fitting decision. What followed I would never want to do under the orders of a rookie. Braving the weather and putting extra pressure on our mechanics, we soon took off and were climbing up and above the rainclouds, dashing towards our destination...

We flew onwards, in an almost full flight of 8, everyone on the lookout for something that wasn't meant to be there for us to take care of. The new 2/LT Waldgrave was also accompanying us, which on the other hand wasn't something I minded. Unlike Lehman, Waldgrave seemed to be most normal. Not too cheery, not too dreadful. Just another lad from somewhere in Wales, I believe. Dare I say, if this was how Lehman was introduced to our squadron, flying alongside us on missions to build up experience instead of being tossed into the role of a flight lead, I would've been far more likely to tolerate that man. Regardless, the thoughts of his existence are best left well alone.

After flying for a bit longer we finally sighted what we came here for, or at the very least so I assumed. Over in the distance, but rapidly growing larger and larger was a formation of 11 craft, which soon revealed themselves to be Albatrosses. Hayden must've spotted them, but we continued our circling pattern for a few more minutes longer, perhaps in an effort to confuse them in regards to our presence. By then we were all well aware of them and were simply waiting for them to make their move... I must admit, I was concerned. While I was personally itching for a fight, these were not the exact odds that I would've liked us to have, with the Hun having 3 more fliers than us. I thought back, just briefly, to the first time I had an encounter with those outnumbering Albatrosses and how it sent me to the hospital, and trying my best to turn these thoughts to focus and determination to get through this fight, I turned towards them as they dove onto us.

A twirling, swirling, furball ensued with everyone going after everyone, craft passing mere centimeters past one another in near collisions, guns blazing and tracers flying left and right. In all this pandemonium I managed to pick a target for myself, that being a Hun that was all too keen on shooting me down and thus we begun our deadly dance through the clouds. He would dive onto me from behind, firing away and I would dive and turn away from him, using my speed from the dives to aid in cutting him off and trying to get shots off before this process would repeat and then turn into several head-ons, during one of which the bloody Boche nearly rammed into me, though I managed to avoid this and even put several bullets into him. At another point a friend of his must've tried to join in, but I managed to get away and avoid him, nearly stalling in the process but still avoiding being made into swiss cheese. My fight with the Hun continued as we came through the clouds and into the rain above friendly lines.

The Hun, clearly far more damaged and fatigued by me than I was by him was struggling to keep up but still put a decent fight as I got a dominant position behind him, trying to shoot him down. During one such attempts, another Hun suddenly came out of the clouds and went straight for me. I, of course, reacted and fired a volley towards him as he came at and under me, which was followed by an obnoxiously loud crash... In the act of killing this heaven-sent Hun however I nearly forgot about his other friend, who got behind me and tried to avenge his comrade but I soon turned the tables around and was behind him again, firing into him until my Lewis ran dry. The Hun started to leak fluids and at that point must've either been too wounded or damaged to put up much of a fight, as he lazily entered a horizontal turn and attempted to head for home. This newfound lack of fighting was a clear admission of defeat by him, but as much as he hoped I was not intending on letting him go. Instead, I simply flew a little ways behind him, practically in formation with him as I went through the tedious process of reloading my Lewis, right in view of the Hun. Whence I was done, I pushed it back into position and fully satisfied that my weapons were in order I rolled in behind the Hun and executed my accepting foe with a lengthy burst, following which he steeply put his nose down and went crashing into friendly lines.

Noting my current low altitude and my slightly shot up plane, I did the reasonable thing and turned to head home, which I done without trouble. Arriving back, I found most of the Flight has already returned before me, though now minus 3 airmen, two of whom were killed over the lines while the third managed to make a landing but passed away shortly after from his injuries. That was not a pleasant turn of events, though it was one we had to accept. These missions rarely go by without losses, and against an outnumbering foe it was practically expected... In return for these 3 lost airmen we ourselves had claimed 2. While filling out a report and putting in a claim for the two Huns that I downed I discovered from the man himself that the one to send the Hun barreling out of the clouds and into my guns was Hayden, who was taking credit for the kill. Luckily for me though, his presence there also guaranteed that he witnessed me dispatching the first Albatross, so I was readily granted the claim. Further pleasant news came in a confirmed report from the frontlines in regards to the Hannover from yesterday, which reportedly crashed in No Man's Land, at which point our artillery decided to drop several shells onto it.

With these two claims confirmed I now had a grand total of 4 confirmed Boches to my name, while Captain Hayden himself had got himself a fifth Hun and was now officially an ace. This would've warranted a celebration, but the reality of taking such losses severely diminished the enthusiasm for celebrating to nothing more than us sharing a quick drink. Further mood was dampened by the fact that all those of us that did survive had shot up crates, which meant that all of them had to be sent to get repaired. While more SE5s were on the way, they were still days away, which meant that for the time being until the repairs were done there was only 4 flyable planes in the Squadron.... I can only pray to heavens that they do not decide to waste one of them on Lehman.

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#4567284 - 05/05/21 10:55 AM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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It is the Kaiser's Royal and Imperial command that the following individual be recognized for his valor:

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Citation to the award reads as follows:

Oberflugmeister Kühn has demonstrated mastery in war flying, having destroyed more than twenty enemy machines in his short time at the front. His unfailing desire to dominate the enemy, his exemplary bravery, and his coolness under fire all serve as a model of behavior for every German officer and man. He is hereby awarded the Hohenzollern House Order with Swords, this fifth day of Mai, 1918.

You make the Vaterland most proud.

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#4567302 - 05/05/21 01:30 PM Re: Deep Immersion DiD campaign -- Player Instructions (UPDATED 28 Nov 2018) [Re: Raine]  
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Clairmarais, France

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" ...the two seater broke up in the air, throwing both its occupants into the void."

“Taffy” Jones grinned broadly as he looked up from little writing table in our Nissen hut. “Look what the cat dragged in,” he said by way of welcome. I dropped my seabag onto my cot and pulled up a chair beside him.

“Apparently this is what fighting fit looks like these days,” I said. My face was still reasonably bruised from being thrown from my wrecked machine.

Taffy drew down to glasses and pulled a bottle of brandy from his little bookshelf by the wall. “Let me welcome you back, boyo.” We clinked glasses and I got caught up on the latest news. We had not lost anyone since I was away and Mick had bagged an Albatros. I enquired after him and was told that Mannix flight was on standby. Jones handed me several envelopes, including one from Bronwyn. He explained that they decided a couple of days ago not to forward my mail in case it missed me and stayed missing after my release from hospital. I excused myself. Major Caldwell would be expecting me. I made my way over to the squadron office. Most of Mick’s A Flight were lounging about in deckchairs outside – the joys of being on standby. Mick was snoring. I made my way inside and was welcomed back by “Grid” Caldwell. As I suspected he would, he assigned me to join mix flight if they were called up.

I barely had time to grab my sidcot, muffler, and gloves when the call came. A Hun two seater was bothering about over Armentieres so off we went. It was wonderful to be back in the air. I had a new machine and it felt delightful. Best of all, the hunt had disappeared and we had a pleasant two hours dodging in and out of cumulus clouds before returning home for tea.

The following day, 2 May 1918, I led a patrol over to drop bombs on the German aerodrome at Houplin. It was a glorious spring morning, the grass coming up thick and green and wet with dew, the sweet-sour scent of the middens wafting from the nearby farm, a slight chill in the air brushed by the warm sun. We crowded in the flight office at the back of the hangar, struggling with sweaters and sidcots and whale grease, as I went over the plan for the patrol. My new machine, C1080, was being run up. A few minutes later we were skimming over the field and climbing above the row of poplars at the far end. It seemed that every aerodrome in France was edged by a row of poplars.

We picked their way between silvery cumulus mountainsides into the bright sunlight above and set course for Houplin. We crossed the lines a little south of our target so that we could approach it from where the shadows would show up any machines on the field clearly. As we turned north, I searched out the outline of the distant aerodrome and began a long shallow dive toward the target. The sun was now over my right shoulder and I checked several times to make sure we were not surprised. The third time I checked, however, I saw a cluster of specs closing quickly on us from a nearby cloud bank. Fokkers! And a lot of them, too. I waggled my wings and released my bombs early to turn and meet this attack.

As if being outnumbered two to one was not problems enough, Cooper and Clement made contact. Clement’s undercarriage tore away poor Cooper’s upper wing and he fell helplessly for 5000 feet. Clement, on the other hand, was unharmed. This left only six machines to fight more than a dozen Huns.

Three or four triplanes flashed past me, all firing. I turned about to find the scrap already well spread out. I picked one Hun and tried to get on his tail. He turned to tight for me. A fool’s game, this. I should never try to turn with a Fokker. I was flying far too slow and already two triplanes were moving in behind me. There was nothing for it but to roll and dive. When I came out of the dive I found that I was at the edge of the fight, beyond the ability of any other SE to help me. And I had at least three EA devoting their full attention to ending my day.

Twice I got momentary bursts at passing Fokkers – not enough time to use the Aldis in either case. Tracers flashed past my head and I kicked the rudder bar to the left. A green triplane with a yellow patch on its upper wing curved in behind me. A split-arse turn threw him off but two more triplanes came at me, one from either side. There was no thought of shooting anything down. This was a game about survival. Wherever I put my grid, one of the three Huns worked away at me from the rear. After about five minutes of this, a moment arrived when all three EA approached me from the front, firing away. I flashed past them and put my nose down. Before they could turn about I was out of range and dashing for home, laughing idiotically at my escape.

Fortunes change quickly in this game. In the afternoon we escorted some DH4s down to Bethune. We encountered no EA and returned our wards safely to their home, then headed north to Clairmarais. En route we encountered a Rumpler and I gave chase while the others continued homeward. I caught up with the Hun over the lines and attacked it three times, jinking to avoid an attentive gunner. Finally, just as I was breaking off my third pass, the two seater broke up in the air, throwing both its occupants into the void. I turned about and headed home, musing on how the hunted had become the hunter.

Unfortunately, the Rumpler went unwitnessed.

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Very nice write-up, Raine.

I particularly liked this passage:

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It was a glorious spring morning, the grass coming up thick and green and wet with dew, the sweet-sour scent of the middens wafting from the nearby farm, a slight chill in the air brushed by the warm sun.

I'm also a fan of James Ira "Taffy" Jones, owning to my part Welsh heritage.

Albert, be careful out there! The gong fairy can be heard, warming up his singing voice!

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@ Fullofit... loved that dive down onto a whole pack of Huns, and then it all just went bonkers!

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Jacob is very grateful for the Hohenzollern House Order, a very pretty medal. He'll do his best not to fall foul of the dreaded Gong fairy.

Carrick - Jules did a fine job on that hun scout. Even Pfalzs have to be taken seriously when they're diving on you. No witnesses though! It was quite strict the French claim system.

Fullofit - So Pyotr has bagged another one, good stuff. Maybe he needs to offer some inducement to ensure it's confirmed. Did he bring any vodka with him? That two seater was trouble though, it's a really thin line between staying on his tail and getting a face full of lead. Thankfully no serious damage done.

NR - So Hayden decided to lead the flight himself eh, seemed to do the trick though as Cunningham downed an Albatros, probably one and a half if you count the one Hayden claimed. The Hannover was confirmed too, Cunningham is on the up , no doubts. They've come at a cost in terms of aircraft though, but aircraft can be replaced.

Raine - Wow, no easy return for MacAlister he was thrown straight back into the deep end. He did really well shaking off those Triplanes, amazing what you can do when you're life depends on it. A fine job on the Rumpler but a shame no-one was able to put their name to it for you.


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April 5, 1918.

Got killed this time out. Offensive Patrol the flight of 10 Spads in 2 Flights got jump by 8 or ? E/a mix Vee struts and Pflaz scouts. in diving / Slashing attacks tried to turn into them,b ut lost air speed then Taka-Taka- taka Red played about the wind screen My Pilot's life life was dainiin 45% must have been hit 3 more time while Bleeding out then the pilot was dead and machine fell off one wing DEAD

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22 confirmed kills

5th May 1918

Oberleutenant Saschenberg took the briefing and confirmed the whole Jasta would be heading south towards Ypres.

The weather was still awful, persistent rain, thick clouds and high winds.

They formed up after taking off and began climbing. They'd reached about 4000 feet when Jacob saw flak bursts over towards Aertrycke airfield. He kept his eyes on them and could just make out two groups. He looked around to make sure there was nothing else around ready to jump them.

The whole Jasta had seen the enemy formations now and moved towards Aertrycke.

Jacob could now see what they were up against, a formation of Strutters was attacking the airfield and they had escorts which appeared to be Camels judging by the shape.

Just then the escorts dived down onto Marine-Feld-Jagdstaffel 1. All hell broke loose, Jacob avoided a diving attack from two Camels but then a third put bullets in his wing. He rolled and dived but two of the Camels went with him. He tried something....he zoom climbed up and over to his left and one of the Camels flew across his nose. Jacob fired instinctively and scored hits.

The Camel rolled right and ran for home. Jacob looked for the other Camel and saw he was trying to latch on to his tail. So his trick had worked to a point but now he had more work to do. He pulled the tightest turn he could and the pair swirled around and around losing height.

The Camel seemed to be gaining on Jacob but suddenly, when they were only a few hundred feet up, the Camel broke and climbed. He was pulling away from Jacob but he fired up into the Camel. Another burst and the Camel rolled around. Jacob had him now, he poured both barrels into him and the Camel spluttered and smoked.

A final burst and the enemy aircraft burst into flames. Jacob watched as he nosed down and smashed into the ground.

Jacob looked around but saw nothing and thought it best to head back home.

As he landed back at Jabbeke he saw other Albatrosse landing and on their approaches.

On reporting his victory he was called into Saschenberg's office.

"Good work out there today Jacob" started Saschenberg

"We have claimed four enemy aircraft, and without serious loss of our own" he continued

"We will have to wait for confirmation of your claim meine freund, we were all otherwise engaged" Saschenberg said with a wry grin.

"I understand Herr Oberleutenant" confirmed Jacob

"I have more news for you Oberflugmeister, very good news. I received confirmation today from the Kaiser's office in Berlin. They have seen fit to award you the Hohenzollern House Order" explained Saschenberg.

Jacob was taken aback "I'm honoured herr Oberleutenant" was as much as he could muster.

"It is well deserved Oberflugmeister, you are the top scoring Kanone in the Marine-Feld-Jagdstaffeln" said Saschenberg

"I have not received details as yet but I believe Fregattenkapitän Adalbert, Prince of Prussia will be presenting the award on behalf of his father the Kaiser. Once I know more I will of course let you know" explained Saschenberg.

"You are bringing great honour on our Jasta Jacob, accompany me to the kasino if you would so I can announce it to the Jasta" finished Saschenberg

"Of course Oberleutenant" said Jacob as they upped 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."
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NR, It’s not just Dean that would like to know what is up with Lehman. As Lou would say: inquiring minds want to know!
Well, that is a first! Ach-Ack not taking credit for a shot down plane - unless it’s a friendly?
You know, it’s like those fear gunners go to school to learn how to get your engine with the first volley. I guess they have to be frugal with ammo with all those shortages.
Agreed the view from the SPAD office gotta be the worst. More than 50% of it is obscured by useless bits: wings, dashboard and some such. Personally I think the eye level is wrong and makes the terrible vista even worse. Wish that could be fixed in the next patch winkngrin
Yeah, had a déjà vu with that Albatros on his tail and approaching at an alarming rate. Would have been the shortest career in history of DiD careers.
So, no Lehman on this sortie. I was wondering why not and then I read Cooper bombs and everything became clear smile
Dean is really not fond of that guy and for good reason. Let’s hope he’ll be relegated to some cushy job behind a desk very soon.
Now for some real pilots and some real flying. What a scrap! I’m glad Cunningham came out of it on top, unhurt and with a confirmed claim. Way to go! And the Hannover to boot. One more and we have another ace among our midst. Tomorrow should be an interesting day with only four operational machines.

Raine, finally some action, but maybe a bit too much to start off with. It felt like George flew right into a hornets’ nest. Lucky for him he had his head screwed on properly and didn’t stay long enough to find out how this fight was about to finish.

Trooper, it was a proper hair raising experience. But in a SPAD standing still could be considered a hair raising experience. Just you wait and see Pyotr’s dive on a string of lined up bombers in this next video.

Albert, the French would most likely scoff at the offer of vodka and most likely deny the claim out of sheer malice.
Well, well! So MFJ1 was about to get in a scuffle with the Strutters. Jacob was smart to take on the three Camels instead of tangling with the Strutters. My first reaction when I read Strutters was to yell: RUN! Stay away from those things.
Congrats on your latest bling. Now pay extra attention for the next few missions. The Gong Fairy Curse lingers for a while.

Carrick, another one sent down the River Styx. We’ll have to invent an expanded alphabet for your pilots.

5 May, 1918 05:45 morning mission
Hétomesnil, Marne Sector
Esc SPA 67, GC 12
Sergent Pyotr Fyodor Smirnov
SPAD VII
1 confirmed kill

“- Confirmed?” Smirnov wanted to make sure.
“- Yes, one confirmed dead Albatros.” D’Indy was annoyed for some reason. “- You can thank Lieutenant Brown for it. He’s seen the whole thing although I don’t know an American witnessing a Russian shooting down a German in France could be considered a reliable witness.”
“- I’ll take it!” Pyotr was ecstatic. It was his first aerial victory! Now he must find Lieutenant Brown and thank him personally.

The attack on enemy airfield at Champien was timed perfectly. Enemy bombers were all lined up on the take off line, ready for “inspection”. The miserable weather masked the approach of the SPAD flight and Smirnov caught the enemy pilots by surprise. He lined his machine up with the lineup and opened fire on all of them. As he flew by he saw the two-seaters starting to take off. He turned around and went after the last one in the cue to be airborne. Pyotr pumped the enemy crate full of lead and watched it veer off to the left and crash at the end of the airfield. He then proceeded to shoot up a few hangar tents after that and returned promptly home to make another claim.

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5 May, 1918 12:30 afternoon mission
Hétomesnil, Marne Sector
Esc SPA 67, GC 12
Sergent Pyotr Fyodor Smirnov
SPAD VII
1 confirmed kill
Awaiting one claim confirmation.

In the afternoon the escadrille was tasked with escorting 5 Strutters from Esc 238 on reconnaissance mission of enemy front between Noyon and Roye.
They were able to make one circuit around their recon area before they were accosted by a flight of blue Albatroses with red noses. Pyotr thought it would be a tough fight to protect the old machines and he was right, except the fight was tough for the Albatroses. The Strutters went after the enemy along with the SPADs and they were vicious. Smirnov had never seen two-seaters maneuver this aggressively. He was awestruck and gave the silver planes a wide berth. As soon as he targeted an enemy, the Strutters were on him and Pyotr had to back off or risk a collision.
He finally got his chance and went after one of the Huns, but the nimble machine disappeared beneath his top plane. “- Blast you, fat wing!” Smirnov was getting frustrated with this ridiculous configuration. “- Who came up with the idea to block the best part of the view?”
The enemy, as well as the Strutters, disappeared inside the clouds and Pyotr searched for them in vain.

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After some time, while emerging from a grey cloud, he spotted the silver wings of the Strutters and their prey. One of the blue Albatroses had the misfortune of attracting attention of no less than four of the two-seaters and they were relentless. Wherever the Boche tried to run, the Strutters were right there to deny him the escape route. Pyotr observed from above and after realizing the French machines were running out of steam, he himself dropped on the spent enemy and opened fire. The Boche reacted and looped his crate, but Smirnov was soon back behind him and firing again. This time the blue Albatros spiralled down and never recovered. Pyotr watched the enemy plane smash into the ground. He was happy now.

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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."
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Raine - Good with the bad I see! Most unfortunate with that collision, an ever present risk it seems. That, and the lack of confirmation on the Rumpler, but at the very least your man managed to make it out alive from that little Fokker fiasco.

Tross - A good change of pace compared to the constant rookie flight leading that has been going on ever since Lehman arrived, with Hayden leaving. Cunningham definetely has been having some success as of late though, be it luck or something else. As for the aircraft, those can be replaced. Airmen are tougher to replace though, something the 64th has been struggling with for a while.
Well well, what a great day for Jacob! Despite the foul weather that Jacob is having to deal with, a tense but rewarding (hopefully, anyway, should there be a confirmation!) fight followed by some bling! Congratulations to Jacob, and here's hoping this won't the beginning of some cursed bad streak. Fairy and all.

Carrick - Most unfortunate ending for Dubra. Hopefully better luck with the next one...!

Fullofit - Wise words, and especially when one has something good to truly be curious about!
Both the rear gunners and Archie are strange beasts, it seems. Both can pleasantly and unpleasantly surprise when you least expect it, it would appear. At least one advantage proper pilots have over those machinegun slinging sky-snipers is that pilots can actually run away if they want winkngrin
Honestly, the more I see your vids, the more fearful I become of those SPADS and their blindspots, hah. As for getting it fixed, may as well be worth making a suggestion. As the past week or so has shown us, Pol never rests so who knows!
Truly. I can't help but wonder how lucky Dean is to not encounter much in terms of those rammers...So far anyway!
As for Lehman, it well and truly does seem clear. The lad just didn't feel right dropping bombs on his fellows. But that aside, who can blame him. When it comes to matters of life and death, kind of hard to trust some cheerful rookie whose only redeemable qualities so far are a smile and a cheery disposition! Reckon a desk job transfer for Lehman would be beneficial for both himself and Dean, given how one would be safe from accidentally getting himself killed and the other won't have to stress every time he flies with the man.
It certainly was one hell of a fight, and a surprisingly good one for the 64th when it comes to survivability! Even in spite of three claims becoming only two, with the Hannover being the most surprising one. Dean is certainly on the right track though, next part would be actually living long enough for that to happen...!
A good day for Pyotr I see! First that confirmation, even if one has to somewhat agree with the Capitaine, an American verifying the killing of a German in France at the hands of a Russian sounds like some kind of set up for a bar joke. A German, Russian and an American walk into a bar in France, something to that accord.
At least one thing seems to be very consistent in this war. Strutters are vicious beasts that every right minded person, be they friend or foe should stay away from, eh?
Now here's hoping Pyotr gets a confirmation for that second Alb, I'm sure that'll only bring more frustration to the Capitaine and even greater satisfaction to Pyotr.



2/LT Dean Andrews Cunningham
№64 Squadron RAF
Izles-Les-Hameux, Flanders
5th May, 1918.

4 confirmed


Thankfully nothing more than an ordinary day today, even in our utterly reduced and almost humiliating state. The bad weather lingers on, and we have to fly in the rain and clouds so heavy you can barely see each other, let alone anyone else. Morning went as usual, with hopes of a grounding due to the weather but the go ahead came and went as it does. During briefing Hayden listed our targets for the day, that being two separate patrols, first on the Hun side of the lines and then one on our own side of the lines, neither of which sounded ideal with just four craft but I suppose running was always an option were we to meet something we didn't want to. Still, it wasn't what I would've preferred were I to have a say in all this. Then Hayden made a deal of announcing the lucky four airmen that would be manning our remaining crafts for the day. First came our leader for the first mission, that being one Lieutenant Channing, not a particularly bad airman though with no kills to his name so far. It was a reasonable choice. Then Sgt Oswald, another decent airman with one confirmed Hun, not a bad choice either. Unsurprisingly, my name was drawn out next. While I do not consider myself some kind of expert aviator, I certainly am one of the best the Squadron has right now, after Hayden himself. The final man in our troupe of four musketeers I dreaded but was almost not surprised by the involvement of, that being Lehman.

Now that we were all assigned our craft and given our objective, the four of us were seen off to the field and strapped into our ready and loaded up machines and sent off into the raining sky on a usual climbing route towards the enemy lines. To call the weather bad would be a big understatement, as even when we cleared the rainclouds and finally got to the Hun side of the lines the cloudbank was so thick that it may as well have just been foggy all round. The size of our 'patrol', if one can even call it that, was not bringing any relief given that it would all fall apart should we come into contact with anyone, but now that I seen the weather those concerns could almost instantly be tossed to the side. After all, how is the Hun supposed to see us when they can probably barely see each other. Despite the present tension, the patrol went well and we returned home for a brief respite before the second patrol.

Unfortunately, even with the second flight happening in the afternoon the weather hadn't improved much more and the clouds seemed to have gotten even thicker. Hayden, too, decided to do a little switcheroo and has thus put Lehman as a flight leader. Hearing this, I had become settled on the fact that once we get back to land, IF we even get back to land the first thing I'll need to do is to acquire a drink and try to cope with the sad state of affairs that I am currently in the midst of. Lehman or not, we took off all the same, and surprisingly managed to complete our patrol almost without issue minus the amusing sight of Lehman trying to cope with some severe turbulance.

Following our landing, I done just what I had wished and retreated to the Mess in hopes of finding some distracting beverage. While there, I struck up a conversation with several of our mechanics, and was pleased to learn that the 5 torn up machines we had brought back should be in flying order again tomorrow. No updates on when we will be receiving new planes to replace the lost ones nor when this blasted weather would clear up though, and word of intense fighting over at the front. Can't imagine even trying to fight in the kind of slog the No Man's Land must be right now. Eventually tired of the pleasantries, I retreated from the Mess and went contemplating the present situation and the chances that it might improve.

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