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Achtung!



It is the Kaiser's Royal and Imperial command that the following individual be recognized for his valor:



Citation to the award reads as follows:

Leutnant Klaus Gustav Raben is a splendid example of German fighting spirit. This officer has led pilots of his Staffel in dozens of combats against the enemy, emerging victorious on over twenty occasions. His determination and unfailing courage are lessons for every German soldier.

He is hereby awarded the Hohenzollern House Order with Swords, this fourteenth day of Juli, 1918.

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It is the Kaiser's Royal and Imperial command that the following individual be recognized for his valor:



Citation to the award reads as follows:

Leutnant Raben has provided an outstanding example of courage and devotion to duty. He has led his fellow pilots in countless combats against a numerically superior enemy and has emerged victorious in more than thirty-five contests with both French and English flugmaschinen. His boundless energy and unceasing drive to attack the foe serves as a bright example to every German fighting man.

By order of the All Highest, Kaiser Wilhelm II, Leutnant Raben is hereby admitted to the Orden Pour Le Mérite this fourteenth day of Juli, 1918.


You make the Vaterland most proud.

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Attention!



His Majesty King George V hereby confers the following honour:



A grateful people thank you for your service and loyalty.

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Cigar ash and tulle. Cigar ash and tulle.

Congratulations to Klaus and Kevin on their well-earned Gongs. Head on a swivel, both of you. Nothing rash.

Lou - Good to see you around and threatening pilot's wellbeing with glittery prizes....Kevin thanks you all the same. Hopefully it's an excuse to head to Abbeville again and meet up with Olivia.....not that he needs an excuse for that.

Fullofit - Congratulations to Klaus on his Doppelter Glitzer!



Captain Kevin Carroll, MC, DFC
41 Squadron
Conteville

49 confirmed kills

14th July 1918

Morning sortie

The rain had finally relented overnight and strong winds had helped dry the airfield enough to allow it's use.

Major Bowman took the briefing and explained that both flights would be heading towards the lines around Arras.

Although the sun was shining there was a risk the rains could return this afternoon, for the moment however the temperature was high enough that the moisture could be seen evaporating from the ground as Kevin and the others took off and climbed up to 14000 feet and then headed off south east.

The journey to Arras went quietly and as Kevin flew over the damaged town he was keeping a close eye on the skies around.

It was at that moment he saw a single dark speck over to his left, well over british lines. He searched for any others but could see nothing. He was in a pickle, does he go and have a look himself, send a couple of SE's or take the flight over there.

Just at that moment Fred McCall, on Kevin's left, fired his gun and as Kevin turned around to see what it was about McCall was pointing down vigorously. Kevin quarter rolled and after a second to refocus he saw what McCall had been so excited about. Climbing up towards 'B' flight was a large formation of enemy scouts....Fokkers by the look of them.

Kevin signalled to attack, rolled right over and dived down towards the enemy. He aimed towards the lead aircraft and was about to open fire when the Hun rolled away at the last moment.

Kevin rolled and turned and stayed on his target as the rest of 'B' flight joined the attack.

The Fokker had turned right and climbed and Kevin went with him. He squeezed every inch of climb out of his crate and managed a short burst into the Hun.

The German rolled down and dived, just as Kevin was about to do the same he saw 'A' flight now joining in too.

Kevin smiled to himself as he now raced after the fleeing Hun. He caught up easily and poured a long accurate burst into the Fokker. The German's wing disintegrated but just about held together. He could barely maintain level flight as Kevin closed in. Kevin deliberately aimed at the damaged wing and a short burst had it flying away and the Hun spinning down into the streets of Arras.

Kevin took stock and now saw an SE above him and two Fokkers in front coming in to attack. He didn't have time to signal the other SE but whoever it was understood the situation and went after the higher Fokker as Kevin dodged the bullets from the lower one and swung around and fired up into the Hun as he flew over.

As he came around he changed his lewis gun drum and went into a turning match with the Fokker. Kevin had the bead as he was quicker and fired into the tail of the Hun. The Fokker tried to climb but Kevin went with him and fired into him. He watched as bullets tore into the engine. Smoke spluttered from the German and as he went down towards the ground flames erupted along the length of the fuselage.

The Fokker smashed into the ground about 10 yards behind the British lines.

The other SE had taken care of the second Fokker and the pair formed up and headed home, landing safely some 20 minutes later.


Afternoon sortie (awaiting two confirmations)

Major Bowman had already organised the afternoon sortie with Kevin leading a triumvirate over to the balloon opposite Arras to bring it down.

They'd been right about the weather. The rain had returned although it was nowhere near as heavy as it had been over previous days as Kevin, Captain Shields and Captain Hemming took off and headed south east. It was still enough to make the climb up to 10000 feet quite unpleasant.

As they saw the front they nosed down and headed across the lines. Right on schedule Kevin found the balloon and signalled the attack.

He lined up on the balloon and opened fire. After about 90 rounds the balloon started emitting thick smoke. Kevin flew over and was coming around for another pass when a large explosion told him it wasn't needed.

He glanced and saw the emptying bladder crashing down to the ground in flames.

Kevin now went to join up with the other two and was about two hundred yards behind when he glanced behind him. He now saw an aircraft racing towards his rear. He left it to the last moment to vere right and turn to face the incoming Fokker. The Fokker tried a snapshot but Kevin avoided it and as the Hun tried to roll left and climb Kevin poured a devastating burst into him.

By now the other two SE's had turned to help. No other aircraft could be seen. Shields and Hemming boxed the Hun in by staying above him as Kevin came around onto his tail and hit him again, shredding the struts and wing and he watched as the stricken German spun down into the ground.

The three SE's formed up and headed home.

Kevin was called into Major Bowman's office that evening.

"Ah Kevin, excellent work again today, we tore that flight of Fokkers to pieces and the balloon flight went as well as it could have. We downed seven Fokkers this morning for two damaged SE's" explained the Major.

"We'll do the same tomorrow too. It was good to be back in the air again to be honest sir" said Kevin.

Bowman smiled "I know what you mean. By the way I have some news" he said.

"Yes sir?"

"Two of your claims today have been confirmed. The first Hun this morning was not seen but the other two definitely were" said Bowman.

"That brings you to 51 confirmed kills Kevin, a remarkable achievement by any standards, but I've seen the coolness and determination you conduct yourself with up there. It rubs off on everyone around you Captain, rookie and ace alike" said the Major.

"Thanks sir, I try to stay calm...... earnest but calm" said Kevin.

"It's not only me who's noticed it Kevin, I've had reports from other pilots and even some top ranking aces have spoken after you Captain" said Bowman.

"You have leadership in your blood, it's obvious in how you operate. You're methodical, deadly, you understand the bigger picture, in that losses are inevitable and you genuinely care about the pilots alongside you. I have no doubts that you'll be leading your own squadron in the not too distant future" explained the Major.

"Thank you sir. I was meaning to ask how it went the last couple of days at Major McCudden's service?" asked Kevin.

"It went as well as can be expected thank you Kevin. It was good to spend some time with Oliver Winningstad again, and Mac would have enjoyed having his old flying pals there. Mac taught me to fly you know, and Mick Mannock too." said Bowman, looking rather rueful.

"Do they know what happened yet?" said Kevin.

"They're still investigating and it's a messy business, so not only can't I go into too much detail, I couldn't even if I could....if you get my drift" said Bowman with a rueful smile.

"I understand sir" said Kevin.

"Thank you for asking though. Now dear boy, go and get yourself to the mess and order them in.... I'll be along shortly" said the Major.

"Yes sir" said Kevin who saluted and left.

Con grats on the Bongs.

Henri N. du Fay
Spa 94,Adjutant, C.G.
Brabant-le-Roi ,
Aerodrome, Verdun
10 Victory's
5 Unconfirmed
July 14, 1918.


Bad Luck, On second mission an intercept. Our flight of six ran across 3 Rumpler types. I made a rear pass in a slight dive then zoomed for a High side pass. pulling clear I came back up firing and sawed off his right lower wing. The e/a just hung there as my guns jammed pulling away my wing mate sped up and fire 40rds and the big a/c dropped like a rock. I had 25 rds left in one gun the other empty. Score no losses for us 2 e/a shot down confirmed.

Raine, welcome to 2Lt Drummond. Looks like this pilot will not have problems communicating with the locals in France. I’m surprised there wasn’t anything mentioned about his father and how the education money was reallocated. So, he’s on his way to greatness. The Brisfit should see him to the end of the war.

Albert, it’s pot luck with those SPADs. One day you get aces, the next jokers.
I see Kevin is getting interested in the inner workings of a squadron. Seems like a lot of paper pushing if you ask me, but to each its own.
Congrats to your man as well on a well deserved decoration. A DSO will definitely make the heart of a certain nurse skip a beat, when she sees our hero.
Kevin is making it up for the lost time during the rainy weather. Two in the morning then a balloon and another Fokker in the afternoon. There’s no stopping him. Not even the Gong Fairy has any power over him.

Lou, did someone mention the Gong Fairy? Yes, apparently someone did and we’re all the worse for it. A double whammy for Klaus. What has he done to deserve this? … Ohhh, shiny! Look at how shiny they are. And a blue one too! Thank you, Gentlemen. Klaus will definitely go to sleep all gonged up.

Epower, worry not! Just watch today’s vids. In your face Gong Fairy!

Carrick, thanks … I think. Bongs?

14 July, 1918 04:45 dawn mission
Montingen, Verdun Sector
Jasta 18
Leutnant Klaus Gustav Raben EK1 EK2
Fokker D.VII
39 confirmed kills

The troublesome SPAD has been confirmed as Raben’s 39th kill. One more and he’ll be able to celebrate a round number.
The HQ sent them early this morning to defend Mars-la-Tour aerodrome. What is so vital about this airfield?
The mission was about to begin. All the machines were sitting on the line, warming their engines when the raid alarm went off. Klaus could see tracers flying in the direction of low flying enemy planes that were now overflying the airfield. Raben was first in line to take off and didn’t waste any time. The SPADs were already coming around for another strafing run. Raben pulled up to meet one of the Frenchmen head on and sent a burst into the engine compartment. He had no time to see if that had any effect on the enemy plane. He was already turning to get on the tail of another Franzose. Bullets were flying all around, but Klaus was determined and pursued his target until it lost control, went on its back and smashed into the ground. Klaus was already chasing after another SPAD. This one was further away and Klaus had to take long range shots and chip away at him. Finally in the end he must have hit something vital and the Franzose lost control smashing his machine into the ground below. He then searched for another target. Raben found him near the airfield chasing a Fokker. The German was in trouble already trailing dark drey smoke. Raben came close and quickly lost the SPAD from his view. He went around and found the enemy attempting to finish off the smoking Fokker. This time Klaus won’t let him out of his sight. His cousin also had his eye on this foe and made an attempt to bring him down, but it was Klaus who was able to get behind the enemy plane first and send a deadly volley. He watched as the SPAD nosed down and went into the ground. But Klaus wasn’t finished yet. He instantly spotted one more SPAD engaged in combat with one Fokker and soon one more. Klaus would be the third one to make an attempt at his life. He soon realized that one of the Fokkers was the same one trailing a tail of smoke and wasn’t a factor. The other was his cousin and he was now being targeted by the SPAD. Klaus couldn’t get there fast enough. He opened fire to get the enemy off his C.O.’s back. August was lucky this time and got away cleanly. In the meantime, Klaus was finishing off the SPAD, which obligingly ploughed into the field below after losing control. That was the last one of the invaders. Raben knew he wouldn’t be able to continue with the mission. He must have no more than 50 rounds left per gun. He gathered the remaining Fokkers and promptly landed back at base.

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14 July, 1918 10:45 morning mission
Montingen, Verdun Sector
Jasta 18
Leutnant Klaus Gustav Raben EK1 EK2
Fokker D.VII
39 confirmed kills
Awaiting four claim confirmations

Later in the morning, after having rearmed and refuelled Schwarm Zwei was sent to support ground forces south of Pont-à-Mousson.
The second patrol of the day went splendidly as well. Klaus spotted a bunch of SPADs patrolling at a lower altitude on German side of the mud. He dove at the formation, which dispersed before he had the chance to arrive. He shot at one of them and turned to face the angry mob. The rest of the Fokkers were still deciding if they should pull their thumbs out of their butts. Klaus had now three SPADs to play with. He found one in a dive and went after him. He followed him closely firing and just as he was about to disengage to avoid a collision, the wing came off and the Franzose tumbled all the way down. Then he had only two to worry about. The two worked in tandem, but Raben’s Fokker had no problems splitting them and go after one. He damaged it severely and watched it spiral down. He was twisting with the falling plane to avoid being an easy target for the last enemy scout, who was now annoying Klaus, by firing at him. Raben couldn’t finish making sure the second SPAD had crashed and occupied himself with the final foe. While pursuing him, he stole a glance down to see a satisfying crash site of that second SPAD. The last Franzose was no match. He made an evasive dive and went straight for the lines. Klaus had no difficulties getting on the rear of this fleeing scout and bringing him down for his third victory.
The rest of the Fokkers who were still flying in formation quickly rejoined Raben and they all returned to base. Was Klaus destined to fight all the air battles by himself?

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That evening August called Klaus into his office.
“- Well cousin, you’ve done it again. The HQ is quite cross with you after your latest stunt. No one claims seven planes in one day. I had to listen to a phone conversation with an incredulous official for half an hour. They’ve finally given in and allowed five of them to be confirmed. Congratulations m’boy! Let’s make a habit out of this.” August shook Klaus’ hand who smiled wryly.
“- This is incredible news. Thank you cousin.” Klaus was about to leave the office and celebrate in the Kasino.
“- Did I say I was done? Sit down Klaus. I have more news.” August showed the young pilot the chair from his desk.
“- After the claims phone call I received another one. This time it was General Ludendorff himself. Would you believe it? He wanted to speak with you, but you were nowhere to be found. Where did you get to anyway?”
“- Never mind that, what did he want?” Klaus was flabbergasted.
“- Well, my dear cousin, he wanted to congratulate you on your latest victories and to let you know you’ll be getting the House of Hohenzollern Order with Swords!”
“- What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? You lout! You kept it to yourself all this time?” Klaus was ecstatic.
“- As I said, you were hard to find. But enough about that. Some time later, I received another phone call. This time from a stuffy dignitary informing me that the Kaiser himself heard of your claims this morning and is excited to present you with the Blue Max! It is Christmas, Klaus! The Kaiser! Pour le Mérite. Well done my cousin. We’ll be going to Berlin once all the details are nailed down. Now, what are you waiting for? Let’s go to the Kasino and celebrate!” The C.O. grabbed Klaus by the shoulder and the two men walked out of the office and straight into the Kasino.

Now, if only Klaus didn’t have to do everything all by himself:

Epower - Kevin will try his best not to submit to the fairy's fury. That's like one of those Scottish football scores....East Fife four, Forfar five.

Carrick - Henri needs to have a hard Gallic word with his wingman there. If that's not kill stealing I don't know what is. I thought Guynemer was dead.

Fullofit - Well that's not a bad days work for Klaus is it, seven SPADs a'smoking. Great work. Speaking of work, I think it's very sporting of him to think of the French workmen at this time and provide them with the opportunity for some overtime by shooting down so many of their products. Then a gong fest and a date with the Kaiser himself, remember to shake the right hand not the left, he's a bit tetchy about that apparently.

Congratulations to all the well deserving gongees!

Carrick, it looks like you had a sure thing poached by your wingman.

Albert, Kevin has done an incredible job passing the half-century mark so quickly. I heartily concur with his boss's evaluation.

Fullofit, seven claims and five confirmations in one day! That may be a record! I am thoroughly impressed by the skill you shall in long-range shooting and in full deflection shots.

Here is the latest instalment from my new pilot…

Journal of 2nd Lieutenant Robert Fergus Drummond
11 Squadron, Royal Air Force

Part 2



The better part of valour – running for home

The chaps at La Bellevue aerodrome were most hospitable. Once I had phoned to let the squadron know where I was, they kindly plied me with vin rouge and cigarettes and invited me to dine with them – cold beef, a pickle relish, and boil potatoes. I was feeling mildly tipsy by the time the recovery lorry arrived from 11 Squadron, closely followed by a Crossley tender. The technical sergeant in charge saluted and informed me that, by orders of Captain Hay, I was to leave my machine with Lieutenant Buckingham, my observer, and return at once to Le Quesnoy with the tender.

The drive took nearly two hours and passed in silence. The driver gave me occasional glances, but made no effort at communication. As we drew closer to Le Quesnoy, I grew ever more uneasy. Arriving at the aerodrome, the driver finally opened his mouth.

“My instructions are to leave you at the squadron office and fetch the acting OC, sir.”

“What does Captain Redden want?” I asked.

The driver grimaced. “Captain Redden and Mr Wilkinson did not return from this afternoon’s patrol,” he said.

I dismounted and he drove away before I could pass in front of the tender to enter the office. The vehicle headed in the direction of the officers’ mess. I climbed the steps and waited inside on the lone hard wooden chair by the door. Two flies buzzed around the electric lightbulb overhead.

At length I heard footsteps approach and Captain Hay entered the office. I stood to attention and saluted him. He acknowledged in a perfunctory way and took a seat behind the commander’s desk. “You need to explain your conduct today, Mr Drummond.” He virtually hissed the word “mister”. It was all coming clear to me.

“We crossed the lines at 12,000 feet about five miles south of Monchy, sir. There were seven of us, Captain Redden leading. The first five were in an extended vee. Eddie Sheldon – Mr Sheldon – flew behind about 300 yards and a little higher. I was on Mr Sheldon’s wing, to his left. Captain Redden fired a red flare to signal that enemy aircraft were in sight. At first I did not see them and I simply followed the formation as we made a wide circle to the west and began to dive. The next thing I knew we were mixed with a very large group of Fokkers, mostly green-grey with white tails. Buckingham, my observer, began to fire and I turned to the right as I suspected a Hun was coming at us from the rear. I saw another Fokker pass in front of us and above. My orders were to stay above the scrap and avoid becoming closely involved if possible. I therefore began to climb, but something went wonky with my engine.”

“Wonky?” said Captain Hay. “What exactly happened? Stand to attention while you speak with me.”

“The engine temperature began to rise and I saw a stream of grey smoke or steam extending behind my machine. Two Huns turned to follow, so I put the nose down and dived westward. The engine temperature was now dangerously high. I used the rudder one way and then the other to try to throw the Huns off their aim. There was a cloud layer around 8000 feet and I wanted to get inside it as quickly as possible. As soon as I reached the clouds, I altered course to the north-west and stayed in the cloud as long as I dared, finally emerging beneath it south of Arras. As soon as we broke free of the cloud, I cut the engine. I was worried about fire. I was able to glide as far as the aerodrome at La Bellevue and landed there.”

Captain Hay nodded. For about a minute I waited while he filled and lit his pipe.

“You realise, Drummond, that this squadron has no place for cowards. We lost Wilkinson and Captain Redden this afternoon while you were running for home. I shall be speaking with Mr Buckingham and with Sergeant Norris once he has returned with your machine. In the meantime, you shall remain in your quarters. Don’t even think about showing your face in the mess. You are dismissed.”

It was nearly dark as I made my way across the field to the tree line that sheltered our tents. The first stars were already out. The thin silvery line of a new moon showed itself above the trees. I wished furtively for a Hun bomber to come over and drop its load on Captain Hay and the whole mess. It struck me that Andy Wilkinson, the Australian, had been my observer the previous day and had been ordered to accompany Redden at the last minute, exchanging places with Buckingham. What time would Buckingham return, I wondered.

I must have dozed off because Wade returned from the mess around 11 o’clock and told me to go see Captain Hay. I found him smoking his pipe outside the squadron office. Our meeting was brief. He informed me that Sergeant Norris confirmed that my Bristol had lost coolant and Buckingham confirmed my story in all respects. He told me that I could, if I wished, re-enter the officers mess, but suggested it might be better to wait for the morning.

The morning came early. Buckingham and I were together again on a close offensive patrol in the Arras sector. We plied our beat for two hours without contact. Things on the ground were still a trifle odd. Conversations were limited to “pass the butter, please” and other such necessities. My fellow Canadian, Wade, spoke quite openly when we were alone, but even he avoided conversation in the mess. It seems I was very much on probation.

The next day, 10 July 1918, brought my first real test. We were on an early morning offensive patrol over the enemy lines south of Monchy when we encountered a very large formation of Fokkers coming down from the north. Beard, who was leading, led us into a scrap. Badly outnumbered, we had our hands full, but then a second large formation of Fokkers made an appearance and now we were fully defensive. Buckingham did a brilliant job shifting his Lewis gun from side to side as the Huns came at us like a swarm of wasps. I saw a Hun going down out of control, and soon after a Bristol spinning earthward on fire. Before long I found myself circling about with two enemy machines. No other Bristol was in sight and I resolved to keep us alive for another day. Seizing the first opportunity, I dived westward at full throttle and found the cover of a friendly cloud. On landing, we learned that Coler, our resident Yank, had claimed one out of control but that we had lost Harrity’s machine. We were the last to land and had a worthy number of bullet holes in our wings.

Our new CO arrived before lunch. His name is Heath and he is an Australian. The word is that he has been flying since 1916 and that he is a champion tennis player, well-known in both Australian and international circles. At lunch he had each of us stand and introduce himself, and he promised that he would have a personal talk with each of us over the next few days.

In the afternoon we conducted a reconnaissance over the front. Mine was one of the machines assigned to escort photographic aeroplanes. Our task was interrupted by another large flock of Fokkers. And once again, a second large group of Huns showed up to join in. We were soon overwhelmed and my machine took fairly heavy damage, to the extent that it did not respond properly to controls governing the ailerons. Yet again, I managed to dive away. It turned out that our machines landed in various states of disrepair all over the countryside. We lost Roland, our resident Scot, and his observer. Several of the fellows expressed surprise that I was able to get my Bristol back to Le Quesnoy, considering how shot up it was.

I ventured into the mess a half-hour before dinner. Captain Hay bought me a drink and then wandered off to speak with Major Heath.

Raine - Our posts crossed. That's a tough few days for Drummond there. Surely Captain Hay knows how new pilots are allowed acclimatisation flights before being expected to enter combat, or was he just sounding off after a bad day. His outburst seems to have set the tone around the mess as well. Drummond will have to win them over with his flying, which by the looks of it, they are going to need in bucket loads.




Captain Kevin Carroll, MC, DFC
41 Squadron
Conteville

51 confirmed kills

15th July 1918

Morning sortie

Early this morning a new pilot arrived, a new pilot for 41 Squadron but a very experienced one, Captain Frank Soden, known as 'Mongoose'. Another Canadian, from Petitcodiac, New Brunswick, Soden had been with 60 Squadron since late 1916 and had already amassed 16 kills whilst there.

Major Bowman let him sit out the morning sortie as the pilots were told they'd all be heading up towards Bethune to patrol between there and the south of the Ypres salient.

The weather was good enough but large clouds remained at lower altitudes and a threat of more rain was ever present.

The squadron took off and headed north east after climbing upto 12000 feet.

Kevin, at the head of 'B' flight, could see Bethune below and the front off in the distance. As he scanned the skies he spotted another formation ahead and to the left.

He signalled, but couldn't see any flak. The other formation helped identify themselves by turning towards 'B' flight.

As they approached, Kevin was able to identify them as DVII's. 'B' flight now raced into the oncoming enemy aircraft. Kevin blasted one Hun as he raced past and then climbed and came around to pick a target.

He selected one, who could well have been the leader, and went after him. The Fokker tried to evade by rolling right but Kevin anticipated it and pummeled the German with a lengthy burst.

The Fokker dived and Kevin went with him. Another burst followed which tore the left struts out of the Hun's wing. The German machine just seemed to hang there and Kevin fired into him again.

The Fokker's wings were torn to shreds and he lost control and went down into the ground.

Kevin looked for another target and saw one dead ahead as a Fokker made a run for the lines. Kevin sped after him and caught him after a short chase and still over british lines.

He'd changed the lewis gun drum already and now lined up behind the German and blasted him with both weapons. The Hun's engine spluttered and smoked and he barely held it upright as he went down into the ground and burst into flames.

Kevin couldn't see any more Huns but did see a couple of SE's nearby and formed up with them. Together they headed home and landed safely.

When all the reports were in six Fokkers had been downed although an SE had been lost. 2nd Lieutenant Tom Haw had gone straight in and had been killed. He was from Ludlow in Shropshire and had been with 41 Squadron since May and had two kills.



Afternoon sortie (awaiting two confirmations)

Kevin took the afternoon briefing and explained that 'B' flight would be heading upto the Ypres salient. Captain Soden would be flying as well and Kevin informed him he'd be flying on Kevin's right.

The poor weather had returned and rain splattered the windscreens and goggles of 'B' flight as they took off, climbed up to 14000 feet and headed of towards Ypres.

They'd reached the southern flank of the salient when Kevin spotted dark specks over to the right. The rest of 'B' flight saw them too and turned with Kevin towards the lines.

Kevin signalled to attack as the enemy aircraft came closer. He could see they were up against more DVII's as he went after the leader.

The Hun was skilled and a series of scissors ensued before Kevin got a momentary bead on the German and hit him hard. Another turn match led to Kevin getting the better of the Hun again and this time he tore chunks out of the wings of the Fokker who now spun down into the ground.

Kevin saw another enemy aircraft above and ahead and zoom climbed up and behind him. The manoeuver took the Hun by surprise and Kevin wasted no time making his presence felt by pouring a long burst into him. The landing gear fell apart as the German tried desperately to escape.

Another burst had the bottom right wing hanging off and the Fokker wobbled, clipped the treetops and then smashed into the ground.

Kevin took stock and formed up with several other SE's and together they headed home.

Five Huns had been downed and only one SE had mentionable damage.

Major Bowman called Kevin and Fred McCall into his office that evening.

Firstly he congratulated both pilots on today's success and confirmed to Kevin that all four claims had been confirmed, bringing Kevin to 55 confirmed kills.

"I have more news Gentleman, as you know Captain McCall has been awarded the Distinguished Service Order. Well I've got a memo here from HQ which confirms that you Kevin, have also been awarded the Distinguished Service Order" said Bowman, who now broke into a beaming smile.

Kevin looked amazed, McCall turned to Kevin and offered his hand, "that's brilliant news pal, you've been outstanding since you got here...... although I think that's down to my tutorage of course" said McCall.

Bowman burst out laughing as did Kevin. "Well obviously I owe it all to you Fred" said Kevin.

"As long as you're aware of that Kev" said McCall grinning.

"Well gentleman as your CO I can only say how proud I am of you both" said the Major.

"When I find out the presentation details I'll let you know of course" finished Bowman.

"Hell, we need to organise another party!" exclaimed McCall.

Raine: The e/a had to have gone down sooner or later witha lower wing shot off. It was just bad luck that his flying wires kept it up long enough for my wingman to shoot.

Henri N. du Fay
Spa 94,Adjutant, C.G.
Brabant-le-Roi ,
Aerodrome, Verdun
10 Victory's
5 Unconfirmed

1 pending
July 15, 1918.


Bagged One on the morning Patrol. II Section had Offensive Patrol while we trolled we caught a flight of V struts parallel to us. claims 2 for no losses. I chased mine all over finally catching him on the deck. I took 7 hits by a Mg nest as I caught him hit the trigger and Rat a Tat Tat Tat 80 rds from each gun later he leaked something then roll ed over hitting the ground in a Church Yard. Enemy side of lines No one else around so might not get the kill.

Albert, what can I say? That day Klaus singlehandedly ensured many French families would have food on their tables. The amount of work he created for them deserves a French medal.
Thanks for reminding me of Kaiser’s “sinister” secret. Klaus will definitely have to remember this when he’s rubbing elbows with the Emperor.
So another Canadian arrives to sip those Canadian Clubs with Kevin. And there was reason aplenty to be celebrating. Two in the morning, then two in the afternoon. All easily confirmed and throw in the good news of a DSO and Kevin can start drinking Canadian Club from buckets.

Raine, I’ll let you in on a little secret. There isn’t much to this deflection shooting stuff. Just treat it as if you were shooting lasers - WoFF isn’t brilliant at ballistics. But thank you for your praise.
That’s a lovely shot of that Brisfit, so shiny.
Oh dear, not the kind of combat Drummond expected. Always outnumbered by those pesky Fokkers, but his trusty Brisfit keeps bringing him back home safe and sound. A bit of winning over the rest of the squadron is in order. I wonder if he knows anyone with spare case of champagne to break the ice over?

15 July, 1918 07:45 morning mission
Montingen, Verdun Sector
Jasta 18
Leutnant Klaus Gustav Raben PLM HHO EK1 EK2
Fokker D.VII
44 confirmed kills

This morning it was back to ground forces support south of Pont-à-Mousson. No contact. After landing and making their reports the pilots were informed they’ll have to fly the mission again in the afternoon.

15 July, 1918 14:30 afternoon mission
Montingen, Verdun Sector
Jasta 18
Leutnant Klaus Gustav Raben PLM HHO EK1 EK2
Fokker D.VII
44 confirmed kills

As expected, the Jasta was sent on a repeat of the ground forces support. (Does anyone know what the objective is of these missions?)
Another quiet outing with no enemy planes in sight. Klaus wondered if the French are still waiting for their SPAD replacements. HQ is not going to like this. Will they be sent tomorrow to do this all over again?

Carrick - Well done Henri, downing that hun and straight into a grave as well, you'll have to hope on the confirmation. The only witnesses are not in a talkative mood.

Fullofit - It's all about the money, money. Klaus is helping the SPAD factory out and 41 Squadron are keeping Canadian Club shares at a record high.

Two quiet sorties for Klaus after the furore of previous days. He can take stock at least and discover the details of his trip to Berlin hopefully. As for the 'ground support' missions I'm not certain, they resemble an airfield or railyard attack so are you meant to strafe whatever is around? Dangerous work that.

Captain Kevin Carroll, DSO, MC, DFC
41 Squadron
Conteville

55 confirmed kills

16th July 1918

Morning sortie

Major Bowman took the briefing and confirmed that both flights would be heading towards the lines west of Lens to patrol around there.

The weather was good thankfully but with still a fair bit of cloud to contend with.

Kevin and the rest took off and headed east after climbing upto 13000 feet. Despite keeping a constant lookout, the sortie passed without incident and everyone landed safely some 80 minutes later.


Afternoon sortie

Kevin took the afternoon briefing and explained that 'B' flight would be heading back towards Lens to perform another patrol of the area. 'A' flight were already out on a balloon busting mission.

The weather was still good but more cloudy than in the morning, especially lower down.

'B' flight took off and Kevin took them upto 16000 feet before heading out east again.

The flight was proceeding much like the morning sortie had until Kevin spotted flak bursts over to his left. He focussed and found three other aircraft to the left and a little higher.

He signalled and the flight swung left and headed towards the spotted aircraft.

Just as Kevin recognised the aircraft as three Albatros scouts, the Huns nosed down and raced towards their lines.

Kevin nosed down and raced after them. It was a stern chase but Kevin's aircraft was closing in on the rearmost German who was someway behind the other two.

At maximum range Kevin fired at the Hun, more to get him to switch direction than cause damage. It worked as the Albatros swung right and came towards Kevin. The other two continued their way back to their lines. These Albatros seemed faster than normal Kevin thought as he dodged the clumsy attack and swung around to get at the German.

A turning match ensued and the two adversaries ended up losing a lot of height. Eventually, the Albatros realised he was still over allied lines and tried to climb away. Kevin pounced and although the SE was at stalling point he blasted the Hun.

The German dived down but Kevin went with him. He struck the German again with another long burst which must have hit his controls as he lurched over and spun down into the ground.

Kevin climbed back up and rejoined the rest of 'B' flight and the resumed their patrol which passed off quietly.

On returning back at Conteville, Kevin and Fred McCall were called into Major Bowman's office.

"Good work out there today, downing that hun without loss. McCall here has vouched for your claim Kevin although the whole of 'B' flight were happy to put their names to it so it appears" said the Major.

"I have news about your investiture with your Distinguished Service Orders Gentlemen. It will take place on Tuesday at the Château de Bagatelle in Abbeville once more. General John Salmond will be presenting your awards. We will return on Wednesday." explained Bowman.

"I will make the necessary arrangements" he finished.

As Kevin and Fred walked back they passed Corporal Turner......"s'cuse me Captain Carroll, this is for you sir" said Turner and he passed Kevin an envelope.


Evening

After dinner Kevin took himself back to his quarters. He took the letter from his pocket and opened it.......it was from Olivia.

Captain Kevin Carroll
RAF 41 Squadron
Conteville airfield


Dear Kevin,

I have just received your letter. Thank you for taking the time to write to me. I must admit I was unsure that you would. Not you personally you understand, but a lot of military personnel pass through here and most are struck by a feminine face. I understand of course, but it leads one to doubt their true intentions.

I should have known better and trusted my gut instinct which was to trust you. I too have fond memories of our meeting in La Cloche and your incessant gaze, I'm chuckling as I write this to you.

I will be honest with you, I was rather taken with you too although perhaps my gazes were better disguised.

Thank you for asking after my Father, he is well and still working at the steel mill in Sydney. We are close I guess, although I am closer to my Aunt probably, Aunt Stephanie is my mother's sister and she helped raise me when my mother passed.

My work here is hard going and yes we seem constantly busy. I try not to dwell on the individuals as it is heartbreaking, but sometimes you simply cannot help it.

How are your family? Have you managed to write to them yet? You should, they will be missing you more than you will realise.

I thank you for your honesty and yes I believe one should be candid in correspondence so as to ensure no misunderstandings occur.

I would love to see you again and have thought of little else in the small amount of spare time I get.

I understand about your leave. I too do not know when I shall be allowed time away at present, although I am due a day I believe.

Please do write again, your letter cheered me up after a particularly troubling day at the hospital.

God willing we will be able to meet again soon.

Take care.....please.

Yours

Olivia


Kevin smiled and folded the letter back up and placed it in the small drawer next to his bed.

A good clean kill.

Henri N. du Fay KIA KILLED CRASHED ATE IT
Spa 94,Adjutant, C.G.
Brabant-le-Roi ,
Aerodrome, Verdun
13 Victory's
6 Unconfirmed


July 16, 1918

Balloon attack: Never got to the Gas Bag Zee Boche V strurts were on us. ( 6 vs 8 ) We claimed 5 loosing 2 both KIA. Two e/a were mine 1st was a force dow I hit his fuel of water crashed The second was when I was rejoing the flight spotted a Hun chaseing a Spad closed . He turned for his side I cut between and both Vickers spoke the Boche rolled and crashed our side Both Confirmed.

Second Flight Offensive Patrol: Tangled with Fokkers. ( our 8 vs 10 ). I made one pass then ran we one on my tail He chased me passed our lines and by Beltrain AF he turned for Home. I went at him my hits were good he smoke the High side into the ground. Confirmed

Landing at friendly AF due to damage not good Made am attempt waved off net time around S T A L L ED and C R A S H E D Pilot KIA

Albert, looks like everyone is contributing somehow to the war effort. A quiet day was needed after the events of the day before. Still no word on his trip to Berlin. The wheels are turning slowly, very slowly.
As to the strafing on the ground support missions, I don’t know. Their waypoints are too high to do any kind of strafing. It feels more like a patrol. Just don’t know. You’d think the orders would be a little more clear about it.
As clear as the skies of that morning sortie for Kevin. A quiet one before the clinical strike in the afternoon. The poor German had no choice but to fight and with an inferior machine there could only be one outcome. Perhaps he sacrificed himself to save the lives of the other two. Quite unnecessarily it would seem as Kevin would probably never catch up to them before being forced to turn back. Congrats on the confirmed kill. By the time he gets to his investiture, he’ll need another medal. Then, finally, a surprise letter from Olivia. It is good to know her intentions are true and was not simply leading another aviator by the nose. The two better arrange a meeting, or something will not be right with the world if they don’t.

16 July, 1918 06:45 morning mission
Montingen, Verdun Sector
Jasta 18
Leutnant Klaus Gustav Raben PLM HHO EK1 EK2
Fokker D.VII
44 confirmed kills

Fortunately the task of support ground forces was given to some other lucky Jasta today. This Jasta was to patrol friendly front lines between Malzeville and Pont-à-Mousson. As they were approaching the Front, Klaus noticed a formation of enemy planes. He wasn’t sure what they were, but began to climb to meet them with the rest of his kameraden. Suddenly he was the only one facing the enemy formation. The rest did about turn leaving Klaus all alone. Once he realized it, he turned around to get back with the rest of them but he was certain the enemy have already targeted him. To this effect he tried to prevent getting shot down right away by attempting to hide behind the formation, but it was too late. The infernal Strutters were upon him and chasing him down. He was doing rather well against one of the foes by turning circles with him and slowly climbing to get some good shots, but another Strutter soon came to spoil his plan and a desperate fight commenced. Klaus managed to get one of the two-seaters below and chase him down with a few bursts. The enemy dove away, leaving Klaus to deal with the other two Strutters. Yes, another one joined the fight. WHERE THE HELL DID THE OTHER FOKKERS GO?! He tried to get some distance away from the French machines by diving. This is when he saw the rest of the Schwarm blissfully flying in formation a significant distance away, ignoring the battle behind. Klaus was mad! He concentrated his anger on the Stutter ahead. His Spandaus were firing constantly and the rear gunner responded in kind. Finally the enemy engine started to smoke and flames started to lick the fuselage. He didn’t have far to go and crashed into the No-Man’s Land below. Raben was now hitting the breech of his gun with his hand to clear the jam. He’s had enough and headed home. But he was forgetting one thing. There was one more Strutter around and it was stalking the young German pilot. Klaus spotted the enemy approaching and faced him. The enemy made his diving attack and was now retreating. Raben wasn’t amused and was even less willing to let him go. He took a few long range shots to slow down the adversary and then finished him off with long bursts. This Strutter too, caught on fire before smashing into the ground. Raben’s guns have jammed again. With the threat eliminated, Klaus was free to return to base.

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Yet again Klaus had to fight all by himself. No one else fired a single bullet. How can this be? This simulation is quickly turning into a game.



16 July, 1918 13:10 afternoon mission
Montingen, Verdun Sector
Jasta 18
Leutnant Klaus Gustav Raben PLM HHO EK1 EK2
Fokker D.VII
44 confirmed kills
Awaiting two claim confirmations

In the afternoon it was back to supporting ground forces south of Pont-à-Mousson. The Schwarm arrived over the patrol area and completed a full circuit before a formation of SPADs attacked. Klaus tried to shield himself from them by placing his Schwarm between himself and the enemy. It didn’t work well. He eventually was forced to fight his pursuers and realized he was flying against the Amerikaners. These boys knew how to fight and kept their crates above and out of Raben’s reach. Eventually he was able to latch on to one with another Fokker gunning for the same target. Klaus wouldn’t have that and continued to rattle his opponent. He finally damaged him enough to watch the plane spiral down into the ground. The other Fokker continued to take shots at the falling enemy in a vain attempt to poach a victory out of Klaus’ hands. All of the SPADs have been eliminated with only slight damage to the Fokkers. The Schwarm reformed and returned to base.

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Carrick - Oh no, poor Henri. He was going well too. A real shame. RIP

Fullofit - A very difficult morning mission for Klaus. Those Strutters had him boxed in and he was getting hit from all sides. Thankfully nothing major was hit and he was able to get the better of a couple, no thanks to his Jasta though, what on earth went on there. It was like they decided they didn't fancy that at all and just decided to pretend nothing had happened.

A more run of the mill second sortie with Klaus in good form against some determined opposition.

As for Kevin, I think two of the Albatros scouts were the DVa 200 variety hence the better speed. The rearmost one was probably the normal DVa version hence Kevin caught him up. I can't be sure but they seemed to pull away from him.

Not Henri! He was just now hitting his stride. The Gods of War are cruel. Adieu