Killed by stupidity

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Wildfowler

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One new RFC pilot reports for duty. Given one DH2. Said rookie goes for a free flight jaunt from his airfield to see the landmarks and lay of the land.

Having pottled about and when out of sight of the CO performed a couple of aerobatics he returns to the field. comes in way to high and way to fast. Instead of opening up and going round he forced the machine down, bounced on impact with the ground, staggered back into the air, stalled and nosed in.:banghead:

One pilot removed on stretcher covered by a blanket.

One Co writing to Mummy Dearest explaining how her gallant offspring died bravely facing the Hun.

In fact he saw nothing aggresive in the air or on the ground.

RIP
 
Mu-hahahahahahaha!!! Frenchie is vagging iz tail!!!

Zat is funny!! Anzzuer Krumpet zerved vell to der Entente Menace!!

OvS
 
No VC or DFC for you , how about a Darwin award :costumes:

If only I had a dollar for every time I to...........

cheers
 
Better yet, how about you see enemy aircraft below you, and you dive onto them, with the intent of ruining their day.
PROBLEM: you're flying a Sopwith Triplane, and you forgot to chop the throttle before you dove.

At 160mph, your elevators Become inefective, and all you an do is smile and wave as you plummate earthward. Next Stop Earth Nap ?:d
 
That sort of thing happened (in real life) more often than one thinks. Just grab a hold of a Maintenance return for a Squadron (any Squadron) and you'll be amazed at how many aircraft are either listed as 'written off' or 'returned to aircraft park'. It's really quite scarey.

And here you are Wildflower, an experienced pilot, making that sort of basic mistake. Pitty the poor bunny's who came to the Front with no more than 10-15 hours solo experience.
 
I can relate to your pain Wildflower. I've lost several OFF pilots in similar fashion. I will add, however, the most painful experience I've ever had... its so embarrassing, that I still remember it ten years later.

I had been playing Red Baron II for a few months in 1998. During that time I started an RFC pilot with my namesake - flying a DH2 and later transferring to a Sopwith Pup squadron. I had done remarkably well (especially since he started his flying career before I bought a joystick...). I had amassed some twenty-odd kills, a few medals, and been promoted to Captain for my good work. I was feeling pretty cocky, and with a trusty new Sidewinder joystick in hand, I felt unstoppable.

Flash forward to a balloon attack mission. I down the gasbag with no trouble at all, dispatch the three Albatros Fighters defending the target with very little difficulty, and felt so empowered that I wanted to expend the rest of my ammunition on the machine gun nests (two of them) and artillery (four, IIRC). So I send the Pup earthwards at high velocity; guns blazing. I set the first machine gun nest alight; killing the crew. I pass the first heavy artillery gun, and take it out. Then I make a tight, high G turn, stressing the airframe on the delicate Pup, and make one last pass on the final nest. My path of attack took me over a pup tent and the famous truck parked next to it. As I lined up my target - my attention so distracted from what was around me and so focused on that last nest - that I failed to notice the truck. My landing gear clipped the canvas topped bed of the truck, flipped my Pup earthward like a kid tripping a dog at full speed, and sent me nose first into mother earth - my aircraft exploding on contact and my pilot killed in the most ingloroious manner I've ever experienced. :173go1:
 
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