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Good day Gents! I've been so busy I don't know if I've lost my horse or found my rope. It will take me a while to catch up. In the mean time, may I introduce to you:

Flight Sub Lieutenant James Caudell Cameron
St-Pol-sur-Mer
August 13, 1916

James stood on the field ready for his first flight. He had time to think back of how a country boy from Mississippi had ended up in France in the middle of the biggest war the world had ever known. He was average height and weight with an athletic build. As his father was a Forman for Tatum Lumber Co. in south Mississippi he had farmed all his life and worked at the mill since he was 15. Tatum Lumber had begun in 1893 and soon grew to a large company cutting the virgin Long Leaf pine timber that grew there. He and his sister were very comfortable as their father made good wages. He had gone off to University at 18. After 2 years he wanted to see a bit of the world and found himself in Canada working as a draftsman for a local company in a nice town. One night, he and his friend from work, Douglas, were on the town looking for what most young men of that age were looking for. They had cornered 2 prospects and seemed to be making some headway when 2 men in uniform walked in. Well that was it, the two birds took off like a covey of quail, smitten by the men in uniform. After a few more beers he and Douglas had it all figured out. As James loved the new flying machines, by god they were going to be pilots! They joined the RNAS as both took off to the flying school in Dayton to get their ticket. They had to pay their own way but if it put them in a uniform, so be it. After getting their ticket they were to ship out to Glosgow in September of 1915. Before shipping out James found a telephone and called Tatum Lumber as they had the only telephone in the area. He talked to his father who surprisingly enough was very proud of him. His mother though, as his father said, will be another story.

He and Douglas got their initial training at Chingford, Essex. Right after qualifying James came down with pneumonia and was laid up for a few months. This is where he lost touch with Douglas. After he recovered he went through advance training at Eastchurch and was posted to C Squadron 1 Wing. (RNAS 3). Before shipping to France he cabled home to his family as to his condition and whereabouts. He had received a reply from his father and was shocked to find that his first cousin, Mark, was in France and also a pilot. James had only met Mark a few times. Mark was a bit older than him. He knew of the trouble that had happened and had not heard a word from him since he had left. As he put the cable in his pocket he said out loud. "Well I'll be damned."

His first flight was to be with Lt. Barker. He was to show James the front and it was clear that they were to avoid combat. This was not the glorious beginning that James had imagined. It was pouring rain and the clouds were heavy. They climbed up to altitude in the nimble Nieports and James was terrified he would loose his way in the clouds, fly out over the Channel and drown. Soon, Barker turned inland to the patrol area southeast of Nieuport. Over the mud they circled, not straying to far to the other side. James did his best to stay on his port quarter as instructed. After a half hour Barker turned for home and James did likewise. Nearing Dunkirk, keeping the coast to starboard James spotted 2 machines dead ahead and a 1000' above. Soon he could see the black crossed under their wings! The enemy! Barker pulled up to give chase. James did not know what to do. The Commander had said no combat. He hesitated a bit and said "to hell with it' and pulled back on the control column to follow. Barker was almost a mile ahead now. Soon he saw dark smoke and then a column of flame and smoke plummet to the ground. James looked left and was shocked to see the other 2 seater ahead to port!. He dove down and under and started to come up under the Hun. It seemed a very short time and he could see the big machine filling his windscreen. He fired off a long burst which took the machine amid ship. It staggered and to James amazement it started a slow spiral toward the ground. He saw it explode into a thousand pieces below. James could not believe his eyes! He had his first kill. Barker came alongside and they returned home.

The Commander was none to pleased with their reports as combat had been forbidden with the new pilot. Barker explained the best he could that it was "Unavoidable". The Commander would have none of it and really gave Barker what for. He saved most of his wrath for Barker but James was not spared. All he could say was "Yes Sir."

In the afternoon James was off again with 4 others to protect a Strutter doing Arty spotting. The 3 Pups and 2 Nieuports arrived at the patrol area near Passhendaele in the same rain and cloud. While patrolling, Flight Commander Keeble pulled up to port and James did his best to follow. The formation was lost in the maneuver and James found himself following the Commander and another Pup in a circle. As he looked around, there coming down on his stern was a Hun Monoplane. He immediately kicked rudder and pulled up as the Hun flashed below him. Once James recovered he could see the Commander and the other Pup following the Hun. Then he saw another Fokker to starboard and below and dove to attack. Getting in one burst the Hun disappeared below him. As he was looking around for him, bullets smacked into his machine. Again he skidded to port and climbed. The Hun was below him now and he dropped on his tail and started firing. He could see his bullets hitting the machine. He was pouring a steady stream of lead into him and finally emptied his last drum when the Hun rolled over and went down. Aware that others could be around James pulled up looking around but now he was alone. He could not see the sun. He was disoriented. "Which way home?" he thought. A chill hit him. Out of ammunition and lost. He could see both sides of the lines but which were his? He picked one and headed in that direction. Just on the edge of the mud he saw a faint shadow on the wing and realized he was headed in the wrong direction! He turned about and made a beeline for the other side. He breathed a sigh of relief as he crossed into friendly territory. He turned north to the coast and then east to home.

The flight soon came in 1 by 1. Flight Commander Keeble congratulated him on the Hun. "I didn't see it crash Sir. I was out of ammunition and climbed out." The Commander told him to file a claim. "Maybe some outfit in the trenches saw it crash." James did as the Commander suggested. James's joy was short lived as word came in that Barker was killed.

As he lay on his that night he thought to himself, "This has been one hell of a day."


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MFair, what a great start to your new career! Good luck with the claims.

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Trooper, this next mouse wanted to play only a few feet AGL. It definitely led to a disaster.


I was watching thinking... the hills are coming up, watch out, either that or the ground fire will start soon and that will get him if he's not careful!

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN - A NEW BOY DEPARTS, BALLOON HUNT, ENGINE FAILURE....

Konrad Berthold von Blumenthal
August 13th, 1916. Sivry-sur-Meuse, Verdun.
Fokkerstaffel Sivry

The pilots assembled on the field some twenty minutes before sunrise. Konrad spat on the ground, disgruntled at the early start and the atrocious weather conditions.

"Sheer lunacy going up in these conditions", growled Konrad to the pilot standing closest to him.

"What? Nothing but a light breeze", smiled Hess in return.

"I don't call twelve knots a light breeze, not by any stretch of the imagination. I don't care for this one bit! How the hell are we supposed to knock down a balloon if we can't fly steady?"

"Wind up of a different sort, perhaps?", mocked Hess. Konrad didn't wait to hear more. He stomped off in the direction of his Fokker. Yesterday had been bad enough. Just as they were taking off they were jumped by a pair of Nieport 17s that had been hanging around in the vicinity, waiting for a chance to stir up trouble. Young horse face had been shot to bits almost immediately. Konrad had circled valiantly around trying to get on the tail of one of their tormentors. to no avail, until suddenly the Frenchmen decided they'd had enough fun and games and took off for home. No point in chasing them, thought Konrad. Now he was thoroughly grumpy, with no one to bully until his next hapless wing man showed up.

Roughly forty minutes later Konrad and his flight mates were approaching the balloon when suddenly everything went wrong all at once. First, a powerful gust of wind tipped Konrad's machine violently sideways. As he fought the lurching movement, he noticed splatters of oil beginning to form on his windshield. Not a good time for engine failure, deep in enemy territory, with nothing but dense forest below. Konrad turned his machine northward, forced to abandon the balloon hunt. No sooner had he done so than he spotted two enemy aircraft off to the west. Sure enough, they were turning toward him. Konrad had no choice. He had to try to find a place to put down before he was shot down! The Fokker's engine coughed and spluttered as Konrad rapidly pointed the nose toward the forest below. He spied a reasonably wide road running through the trees, but they were awfully close. He glanced behind and saw the oncoming French scouts. It had to be now or never. Konrad tipped his machine sideways and angled in toward the road below. As he did so his left plane caught the top of a spruce tree. He managed to correct to the Fokker's direction but his descent was steep, too steep and too rapid. He braced himself as the road rushed up to greet him........


……to be continued.

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Harry, perhaps the Kaiser's secret weapon is to inflict Konrad on the French?

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MFair, excellent introduction. Young James is learning the ropes quickly. Congrats on first victories and good luck with the claims. I'm sure more are to come.
Trooper, Toby's inexperience almost cost him his life. That was an invaluable lesson for this Sopwith Sailor. One he will not forget soon.
Harry, oh dear! Sounds like poor Konrad is about to receive some painkillers in his butt cheek from some attractive nurse. Hope the Nieuports followed you down that road and are now scattered all over it. Can't wait to find out what's next!

13 August, 1916 05:50 morning mission
Luxeuil, Alsace Sector
3 Wing RNAS
FSL Tobias Chester Mulberry
1 confirmed kill

The rain continued to come down for two straight days. Toby didn’t mind it. He was used to long stretches of gloomy weather, but the Canucks continued to curse this type of weather. Snow was preferable to this misery, they would say. The days passed slowly and Toby’s wallet was getting much lighter after constantly losing at the Crown and Anchor game, even when it was his turn as the banker.
Finally on the 13th the weather cleared up enough to resume operations. Toby was being led by FC Edwards and accompanied by FSL Sharman on another arty spotting mission near Luneville. He had this distinct feeling of deja vu. It seemed like exactly the same conditions as his first mission. His butt even seemed to fall asleep at exactly the same time and place. All they needed now was a trio of Fokkers to complete the sensation. And as if someone had read his mind three specks appeared ahead. Mulberry had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Two tan and one green monoplanes flew underneath the quickly scattering formation of Sopwiths. Each pilot picked his target and wouldn’t you know it? Toby got stuck with the green Fokker again. This time it seemed easier than last. Was it because he had altitude advantage? Or simply it was preordained? Either way Mulberry had the Fokker in his sights and firing in a short order. After numerous attacks he watched the Fokker evade, but then something happened and the German pilot went into a spin. Toby watched the tumbling Eindecker go lower and lower and expected him to come out of the spin any moment now. Aaaany moment now. Last chance. The Fokker wasn’t faking it. It smashed into the ground with such force that the pieces exploded in a circular fashion like an artillery shell, scattering debris in all directions.



Toby looked around and found both of his flight mates still toying with their Fokkers. He decided to follow one pair in case help was needed. The other pair was now below, getting to the last dozens of feet of altitude, skimming the treetops. Then the Fokker went too low and was caught by the tree branches, crashing into the woods. But the Strutter that followed him was caught in the same trap and also ended up in tree branches, but in a much better position. The plane simply came to a stop on the branches and continued to sway in the breeze. The pilot was okay and already attempting to free himself from the predicament. Mulberry watched the whole scene with amusement and was startled to see the other pair dive to the deck as well. They disappeared below his wings and continued their fight. Toby was about to turn back when he noticed the tan Fokker on his own with the engine off and gliding for the Hun lines. He was alone with the remaining Strutter nowhere to be found. Toby didn’t have to be asked twice and directed his crate behind the Eindecker. A few bursts later and the monoplane was in a vertical position with the tail pulling him down. He eventually was able to flip the plane around and dive nose first, but he was too low to recover and ploughed into the trees beneath. Toby watched as the Eindecker broke apart and exploded into a ball of dust, dirt and smoke. He then turned around and went straight for the home base.



He had to be halfway back to Luxeuil when he noticed a pair of dots flying in the opposite direction. He was certain they were friendly as there was no tell tale of AA fire nearby, but he changed his course to intercept, just to be sure. He was surprised to see black crosses on the wings flying this deep into enemy territory. Two Aviatiks were returning home from their mission and Mulberry decided to teach them a lesson. He followed them behind and approached from below. He set his sights on the trailing machine and continued to fly straight and underneath, being sure Alford behind will rake the belly of the Hun bomber with the rear gun. He waited, but nothing was happening. His gunner had exactly the same idea, but he was aiming for the lead machine which continued to be obscured by the top plane. They failed to fire on their first pass. It was an unfortunate misunderstanding and the element of surprise was squandered. By now the enemy bombers were alerted to the attack and opened fire of their own. Toby had to go around and do this the hard way. He lined up the sights and opened fire. The rounds landed directly inside the fuselage. Smoke started to trail from the engine and the two-seater began to lag behind the leader. Now that the two Huns were separated Toby could be much bolder with his attacks. He continued to harass his foe as it descended lower. The engine finally ceased and it was that much harder to get in a good position before the enemy was too close and risked a collision. It’s as if he were hanging still in the air. Eventually the stricken Hun reached the ground and overturned on landing.



Mulberry could finally return to base. He claimed all three enemy machines, but doubted they would be confirmed. There weren’t any witnesses he could call upon. Hopefully someone had seen something.


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MFair: Good luck on the new pilot

Full of it: a well done flight.

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Fullofit: Nice tactics, great videos! Your rear gunner's a little picky about his shots though smile

MFair: What a start for James! Don't get too carried away though, it's dangerous up there!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - A FRENCH SENDOFF....

Konrad Berthold von Blumenthal
August 14th, 1916. Sivry-sur-Meuse, Verdun.
Fokkerstaffel Sivry

Konrad awoke to find himself bathed in sweat, laid on a stretcher between rows of wounded soldiers, mostly French. A chorus of groans and occasional howls of pain came from the men inside the tent. Konrad immediately became aware of a tingling sensation in his left leg. With great difficulty, he pushed down with his elbows and raised his head as best he could. He couldn't see his leg at all, only a bloodied mess of bandages where his kneecap should have been. An orderly came by and gently pressed on Konrad's shoulders, encouraging him to lay back down.

"A doctor will attend to you soon. Just wait, please". The orderly spoke quite good German, thought Konrad. However, a sudden surge of immense pain tore through his body and interrupted his thoughts as he let out an involuntary cry. The orderly administered something from a syringe and Konrad soon felt himself drifting off.

Sadly, he was never to regain consciousness. He died of his injuries from the crash. The war had taken another victim. The villainous Von Berthold was buried in a field on the outskirts of Verdun and a note was dropped by French airmen over the Sivry field with news to that effect.

"Good", said Kirmeier when he received word about Konrad's demise. "Not a nice man, actually".

Missions flown:59
Flying Hours: 47.27
Confirmed Kills: 1
Claims: 4
Medals: 1





……to be continued with a "B" pilot at some point soon....


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Thanks Gents! Its good to be back in the air again.
Carrick, that is too funny. I do have one horse that likes beer.

Lt.James Cameron
Aug 14, 1916

James was off at 0400 with 2 others to patrol friendly territory to the south. It was wonderful flying weather with a full moon. They had no contact and were back by 6 bells for breakfast. While eating an officer came in and informed James that the Commander wanted to see him immediately. He gulped down the last of his coffee, which he thought was pitifully weak and made for the Commanders office. Upon entering the Commander got right to the point. "I have too many missions and not enough pilots Lt. We need to take down a balloon southwest of Lens." He pointed to the map on his wall. "Right here" as he tapped the area where the Hun balloon was to be. "Do you think you can find it" he asked?

"Yes Sir" was James's reply.

"Good! It is highly unusual for someone of your rank and experience to lead a mission but you have shown you are at least a competent pilot. Foster and Gifford will accompany you. You will take off at 1200. Any questions?"

"No Sir. I will do my best Sir." As James saluted and started for the door he stopped. "A moment of your time Commander" he asked. "What is it Lt.?"
James stepped closer, "I have a cousin thats flying for the RAF, he's been here for sometime and I don't rightly know where he is at the moment. His name is Mark Jericho. I was just wondering if you could find out something of his whereabouts Sir."

The Commander wrote the name down on a piece of paper. "No promises Lt. but I'll see what I can do." James smiled, "Thank you sir!"

They 3 airmen were off at noon on the long mission. James had no trouble getting to the target but he could not see any balloon! Foster flew alongside and excidedly pointed down. James put the nose down and there it was. They all missed with their rockets but James made a pass and burst the balloon using a whole drum of Lewis. They formed up and returned to base. When while doing there reports the Commander came in and asked "Who got the balloon?" James replied "I did Sir!"

"Good job Lt. We already received word that it was brought down. Congratulations on your 1st victory." James beamed, "Thank you Sir!" The Commander took a moment before he spoke again. "Its not all roses Lt. Your other 2 claims have been rejected.'

"What?! I mean... Excuse me Sir. Rejected Sir?

"Ah! Your hearing is good I see! Yes. Rejected" the Commander said. James started to say something else but the Commander held up his hand, "Thats the end of it Lt. You will have plenty of time to rack up a score. If you live long enough."

August 15, 1916
James was off a 0600 with 3 others to attack Ghistelles, a Hun aerodrome to the west. The weather was much better than the last 2 days. As they dove on the field James let loose his rockets. If they hit anything he could not tell. As he climbed out he saw two Fokkers below! He dove on one and they immediately started a turning duel right above the field. The monoplane stood no chance against the nimble Nieuport. James noticed 2 bold black capital letters on the side of the fuselage but was a bit preoccupied to see what they were. The pilot of the Fokker tried time and again to disengage from the fight but James stayed on him like white on rice! As he emptied his last drum he saw the pilot slump forward and the Fokker went down and crashed in the middle of the field.
When they landed Keeble slapped James on the back. "Wonderful bit of flying Lt.! I see no reason this one will not be confirmed. Saw it all! James was all smiles.

That afternoon they were off to Ghistelles again. Again they did little to no damage. Confirmation of his Fokker came in that afternoon. Keeble made a point to seek James out at mess that night. "Seems we have a rising star! 2 confirmed victories 3 days. Lets hope it does not go to your head ol boy." He drew his finger across his throat and said "Get too cocky and it is over quick!"


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Harry, really het to see Konrad bite the bullet. Not so much because I liked the man but he sure was entertaining.

Fullofit, seems you will run up a score in a hurry!


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MFair, congrats to Mr. Cameron! A great start. And Harry, condolences on Konrad's demise. I'm looking forward to your new man. PM incoming...

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Harry, sorry to hear of Konrad’s untimely demise. The Universe is short one villain now. Tough luck. When are they going to invent those ejection seats?
MFair, great going! Congrats on the confirmed kills. I hear the Gong Fairy polishing the bling for you.


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Aug 16, 1916.

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My condolences, Harry - Konrad was a wonderfully enjoyable character to read of. I look forwards to meeting his predecessor...

A quick update on my part - unfortunately, with all the stuff going on outside of WoFF at the moment, it's looking like I may need to retire Mr. Fullard before his time. Already having fallen 15 days behind, and with that time frame likely to keep increasing, it seems that catching up will be...unlikely. However, if I do get the chance to have a mammoth WoFF session and catch up, I will do. For now, consider James to be M.I.A wink

So, although I hate to do it, I think I'll have to bow out of the campaign for the time being. Hopefully, I'll be back before too long with a new chap!

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Wulfe, do not retire Fullard yet! He could take a spill doing some silly stuff and break a leg which lays him up for a few months. It’s hard to keep up the pace of flying and stories full time. Hope to see you back soon.

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Wulfy, I too , after 3 ww1 campaigns under my belt, have become a sort of a hobby flyer. I no longer fly every day. Summer holidays have ended here so I may be able to force my rump
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decided to fly 17.Aug

First sortie behind our own lines. We found 3 Fe2b's but they were on thier way home and we could not catch them. ugg

second was baby sitting an Aviatik. 2 N11's had a go but payed for it. Lost my wingman on this one.....he ran into a friendly balloon. Both crashed and burned.


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Wulfe, we all need to recall that we do this for fun, and I hope you'll enjoy your break. But know that we'll miss your tales and will be waiting to welcome you back. Let me also second MFair's view that Fullard should go on sick leave rather than retire.

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My condolences, Harry - Konrad was a wonderfully enjoyable character to read of. I look forwards to meeting his predecessor...

A quick update on my part - unfortunately, with all the stuff going on outside of WoFF at the moment, it's looking like I may need to retire Mr. Fullard before his time. Already having fallen 15 days behind, and with that time frame likely to keep increasing, it seems that catching up will be...unlikely. However, if I do get the chance to have a mammoth WoFF session and catch up, I will do. For now, consider James to be M.I.A wink

So, although I hate to do it, I think I'll have to bow out of the campaign for the time being. Hopefully, I'll be back before too long with a new chap!


Thanks Wulfe, and I've enjoyed your man's tales also, so please just put him on ice for now and resume whenever the timing is right for you smile


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