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Thanks chaps! Oops! Yes, a DFC indeed. Bloody adj, I'm sure he was sozzled again.
21st Mar. 18.
Champien.
RFC-54.
It's all been happening these last couple of weeks. My ankle gave out again a couple of weeks ago and I was ordered back onto light duties (no flying) after ground-looping my kite. Then the weather closed in and all flying was called off. Next thing we know the bally hun has got within spitting distance of the shop and we're ordered to skedaddle to a new one. We could see the smoke from the front it had come that close!
I made sure my ankle was good and strapped and off we went, into freezing cold driving rain. Didn't think there'd be much else up but the situation on the front is critical and we saw lots of our kites heading in. Operation Michael they're calling it. We weren't far from the new shop when we came across a large flight of silver Pfalzs, all silver again but this bunch had diagonal stripes on their top wings. We got into it and it turned into a right old scrap. I took hits from at least four of them but managed to put three down. Would have been four but I was chased off one of them by his pal after giving him a seriously sound thrashing. I'm not sure he would have made it home, but no claim for him. The kite didn't seem to be affected but she's full of holes. Starting to look a bit like a patchwork quilt in fact.
Haven't had a chance to look the new place over yet, but seems to be more of the same. Plenty of wood around though, so we're nice and warm in the billets. Had a letter from Pater, they've written me up big style in the local press and he's stopped repeatedly in the street by well wishers. He's told me to expect fan letters too. Won't that be a wheeze!
I hope our boys can hold the line. Things are looking serious, which means more ground-work for us. I absolutely loathe attacking ground targets, the chances of copping it from ground-fire are very high at that level. One run is usually all I'll give it, then scarper before the buggers wake up and start giving it back. Nicer weather would be jolly welcome too, flying in this muck is a dreadful strain.
21st Mar. 18.
Champien.
RFC-54.
It's all been happening these last couple of weeks. My ankle gave out again a couple of weeks ago and I was ordered back onto light duties (no flying) after ground-looping my kite. Then the weather closed in and all flying was called off. Next thing we know the bally hun has got within spitting distance of the shop and we're ordered to skedaddle to a new one. We could see the smoke from the front it had come that close!
I made sure my ankle was good and strapped and off we went, into freezing cold driving rain. Didn't think there'd be much else up but the situation on the front is critical and we saw lots of our kites heading in. Operation Michael they're calling it. We weren't far from the new shop when we came across a large flight of silver Pfalzs, all silver again but this bunch had diagonal stripes on their top wings. We got into it and it turned into a right old scrap. I took hits from at least four of them but managed to put three down. Would have been four but I was chased off one of them by his pal after giving him a seriously sound thrashing. I'm not sure he would have made it home, but no claim for him. The kite didn't seem to be affected but she's full of holes. Starting to look a bit like a patchwork quilt in fact.
Haven't had a chance to look the new place over yet, but seems to be more of the same. Plenty of wood around though, so we're nice and warm in the billets. Had a letter from Pater, they've written me up big style in the local press and he's stopped repeatedly in the street by well wishers. He's told me to expect fan letters too. Won't that be a wheeze!
I hope our boys can hold the line. Things are looking serious, which means more ground-work for us. I absolutely loathe attacking ground targets, the chances of copping it from ground-fire are very high at that level. One run is usually all I'll give it, then scarper before the buggers wake up and start giving it back. Nicer weather would be jolly welcome too, flying in this muck is a dreadful strain.