Dudley Nightshade Flt, Lt. 6 RNAS Bellevue, Air Field
3 Apr 1917.
I say bit of a flap, It seems like after a fight with the Huns, Old Fletch went Bonkers. Climbed up a bloody tree and shot his revolver at anyone approaching him. We got him down ,but only after he ran out of bullets. Bloody sad, because I can confirm his kill. a recon type over by Vaast. The C.O. said to take his machine as mine,but not the Wine in the footlocker that the belongs to the Mess.
