Some scenes from my latest hop with Jasta 2 in WoFF BH&H II. It's lunchtime on 24th September 1916 and I'm leading a line patrol of four Albatrosses.



It's a fine day for an air fight...



...and we're soon on our way to one, as Lagnicourt falls away astern.



I level out and throttle back briefly, to allow the kamaraden to catch up, before resuming the climb towards the Lines to our west. There are several airfields close together here, the one visible below being Pronville, if I recall right.



Still short of the Lines at about 3,000 metres, my attention is drawn to a group of flak bursts. We're not having to go far to find trouble today!



There look to be four enemies. They're slightly higher - and heading straight for us!



More Nieuports - Englishmen, probably the same bunch of sportsmen that we scrapped with last time.



I quickly pick one out, signal the attack order, and the two formations merge and dissolve into the usual crazy whirl of a dogfight. This is going to be interesting!



...to be continued!

I end up in a turning fight with a camouflage-painted fellow. Initially, his more agile packing-case has the advantage over my more powerful but bigger and heavier Albatros.



By dint of pushing my nose down as I come around, I eventually manage to get behind him, as he makes the mistake of accepting the height loss in an unsuccessful effort to stay with me.



He doesn't make an easy target but in the end, my two-gun armament gets enough hits to slow him down. 'You're mine now', I tell myself, relaxing slightly.



There he goes, just behind our lines! Hopefully, this one will readily be confirmed.



My tail has remained clear and looking around, my attention is drawn to a short conga line of three aircraft, racing west towards enemy territory. I nose down to join the fun, throttle wide open. You can just about see the last aircraft of the three in the pic below, above and slightly left of my machine's centre section. He's another Albatros.



I come down to their level, catching up slowly. The tail end Charlie is certainly an Albatros, chasing a Nieuport, who's chasing another Albatros; all going flat out to the west.



I'd better join the party, before my man up front gets hurt!

...to be continued!

Before I can get close enough, the Albatros ahead of me drives off the Nieuport. I leave him to it.



I soon realise that the leader in the three-aircraft conga line wasn't an Albatros being chased by the silver Nieuport. It was another Nieuport, a camouflaged one, leading their run for home. I get some long range hits and force him to break...



...but just when I think I have him, my ammo runs out.



Now, it's my turn to make a run for it. The Englishman chases after me, but one of my comrades is already turning in after him.



My flight-mate clears my tail, but is unable to nail the Nieuport. Possibly further damage has been inflicted though, for the enemy turns away and heads west back to his side of the Lines. I chase after him for a while, hoping he'll go down for a forced landing...



...but having pushed my luck with ground fire as much as I dare, I break off and leave him just on his own side of the shelled area.



I gain a little height as I fly back across the Lines. The sky suddenly seems clear of any other aircraft...apart from a BE2 that drifts high overhead, flying in the opposite direction. With ammo long gone, I've no option to continue back to Lagnicourt.



It's been another tough fight with what will have been the RFC's 60 Squadron. But we're clearly the victors, with two claims (one from Reimann and one from me) in return for two of our aircraft slightly damaged and nobody hurt.



Despite forgetting to make a claim for two aircraft in one mission, my career is going tolerably well, so far, doubtless helped by the generally high standard of the staffel's pilots, hand-picked by Boelcke himself. And I've been awarded an EK2.



Meanwhile, as the newspapers record, the war goes on!

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