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Wow! Things have been happening! I still have not caught up completely. Good to see Willi back in the fray, it does not matter what machine Toby is in for Huns to fall out of the sky and the Archie boys are trying their best to do in one of the RFC’s best pilots. It great to be back in the skies Gents.

Ltn. Gunther Ganz
Jasta 6, Wassigny
April 29, 1917

Ganz was tired. After 2 weeks of inactivity, the fatigue was showing after 2 missions for the day. It had been beautiful flying weather. The first show was at 5am and it was great to be back up in the fresh air. Ganz led his flight of 5 machines for a patrol of the lines west of St. Quentin. On the second round he noticed 5 Nieuports low on a parallel course over the hostile trenches. “I’m not that big of a fool” he thought as he continued south on the patrol. The EA finally turned west and Ganz kept scanning the clear blue for any other contacts. Turning back north Ganz noticed something ahead and a few thousand ft. below. Sure enough, the seven Nieuports were sneaking across the lines. He looked around at his flight. Hollar, Ey, Kuppert and Schubert. All seasoned pilots. Ganz signaled and the flight went into a shallow dive. The sun was not in their favor but that’s the only thing that wasn’t. The five Albatros were soon in a screaming dive. The Nieuports were no rookies either as before Ganz could close the range they scattered like a covey of quail. The next few minutes were chaos. Ganz pulled up to gain back his height and dove down on one of the Nieuports. He was sure he had damaged it but had no time to pursue as another was coming around on him. He had enough speed to reverse and ended up on his tail but the Nieuport pilot was good and never let Ganz get a sure shot. All the Nieuports soon gave up and headed west. As the fight had gone down to low altitude over no mans land it would be foolish to follow as the enemy trenches would surely make short work of any enemy machine at this altitude. Ganz was suddenly exhausted. His leg ached. His head ached. He took a deep breath and climbed East with his flight joining. Back at Wassigny they were all in good spirits. They had fought 7 Nieuports to draw and sent them packing. The afternoon patrol was non eventful. As the young flier lay his aching body on the bed he thought, “it’s good to be back where I belong.”