Have begun reorienting myself to the game after many many years away. A newer rig makes it oh so nice being able to run everything at ultra!
So after a couple of runs I joined the RFC in Flanders flying an SE5a. Was initally assigned to the No 68 Squadron as we were working up and only flew once in the first 3 weeks of '18. We then transferred from Auchel/Lazingham down to Baizieux. It was at this point that I learned that I really wasn't from the southern part of the UK but instead was a home boy from New South Wales Austrailia as we were now the No 2 Austrailian Flying Corps! From blood pudding to a shrimp on the barbie! #%&*$#!. Then after another 3 days of no flying we transferred again back up north to Savy. We sat out the next day then received orders and our first true mission. In no time we encountered a flight of Rolands and sure as all hell I wasn't paying attention and was jumped by a third aircraft that I didn't see coming in from up high at about my 5 o'clock and in no time I was bleeding out. I nosed over and rolled away and despite being chased made it down and was able to land at a nearby friendly airfield. I let out a sigh of relief as the cut screen came up and I was all set on missing time due to my injuries but instead I bled out and died. #%&*$#!