Just returned from a "scramble". Absolutely right, what you said recently, GIMPY: first to wait and check the situation, before you roll out and get airborne.
As I'm flying with no "radar", and plane displays off, I looked around, starting the engine. There they were, falling out of the center of the sky - 6 - 8 planes! When they all had picked one of my comrades' planes, I let my Albatros D II go (though I've just learned from WomenFly2, that these planes didn't have neither gas nor throttle - fortunately we have!), lift off and at it! They were Airco DH 2's, and so they didn't have much of a chance against the four of us.
We downed the poor devils in their armed frameworks with no effort. Still though, it could have been my end - one climbed up from underneath left, and I hadn't seen him. I heard the sharp whistling noise of the rounds, and the shredding noise of the canvas; even saw some of the tracers close to my head... phew!!! That got me in a rage, and I plastered him from very close behind, until I thought, I heard him scream - then the rage was gone.
Watched him go down in a long and elegant curve, the morning sun broke through the clouds, pouring all her gold and warmth over the final scene of a British airman. He crashed into the wood.
When I had turned the magneto off, I heard the birds singing from the nearby trees, as if nothing much had happened...
(Soundtrack: Barber's "Adagio for Strings" as in OFF)
As I'm flying with no "radar", and plane displays off, I looked around, starting the engine. There they were, falling out of the center of the sky - 6 - 8 planes! When they all had picked one of my comrades' planes, I let my Albatros D II go (though I've just learned from WomenFly2, that these planes didn't have neither gas nor throttle - fortunately we have!), lift off and at it! They were Airco DH 2's, and so they didn't have much of a chance against the four of us.
We downed the poor devils in their armed frameworks with no effort. Still though, it could have been my end - one climbed up from underneath left, and I hadn't seen him. I heard the sharp whistling noise of the rounds, and the shredding noise of the canvas; even saw some of the tracers close to my head... phew!!! That got me in a rage, and I plastered him from very close behind, until I thought, I heard him scream - then the rage was gone.
Watched him go down in a long and elegant curve, the morning sun broke through the clouds, pouring all her gold and warmth over the final scene of a British airman. He crashed into the wood.
When I had turned the magneto off, I heard the birds singing from the nearby trees, as if nothing much had happened...
(Soundtrack: Barber's "Adagio for Strings" as in OFF)