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Indeed. Especially with the second fight, I got off to a bad start as I legitimately thought it was the N16 pilot coming in until he got quite close. Once I was able to climb above him, things went much better...


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March 19, 1917
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Coming back to the squadron after a couple of weeks off felt so different. I could almost feel myself losing my edge compared to the other guys. After a few flights, I started to feel myself again. I took up a couple of the new recruits up to help them in their first engagements. One fellow named Bishop and another named Dillingham. We got over the lines on a clear day and I spotted some Albatros scouts that looked manageable. We dove down and I softened them up a bit and pulled back so the others could have at them. Bishop managed fine but Dillingham was still a bit nervous. As we were spending a lot of time over an enemy airfield. I stepped in and finished the Albatros off. Bishop and I ended up putting in for a shared...



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Furnes airfield
Flanders Region
Squadron Commander Bower reporting:

14 June 1917
Six of us took off in our Sopwith Triplanes shortly after 1430 to patrol over the Bray Dunes airfield. As usual, I headed straight for our patrol area immediately after getting the flight organized. We were at about 7,000 feet when we got there and I continued to climb as I began to circle the field. Before we could complete one circuit I saw anti-aircraft bursts to our Southeast, so I turned my flight towards it. As we got closer I could make out at least ten Albatrosses just slightly higher than we were. They had clearly seen us and, as Doyle's Sherlock Holmes would say, the game was afoot.

Both formations split up quickly as each pilot sought out an opponent. It didn't take me too long to settle on an Albatros whose fuselage had been painted all red that looked like it was trying to line up on one of my fine fellows. I slipped behind him unnoticed and, because I didn't want him to fire on my flight mate I opened fire from a range of 100-150 yards. I either hit him or got close enough to get his wind up, because he immediately broke off from what he was doing and tried to elude me. My being farther away than I normally am when I fire worked to my advantage, as it was very easy to keep him in sight and I was on his tail again very quickly. I fired one or two more bursts and could see some pieces of his machine break off. I pulled slightly tighter in my turn to close distance on him when I suddenly saw tracers streaking past me and felt a few thud into my aircraft.

I shot a quick glance behind me and saw two more Huns trying to get on my tail. I could tell that they were having trouble staying with my turn, so I decided to stay on Red. After all, if I turned toward them I'd likely end up with all three casting lots for my skin.

I pulled just a little tighter and closed to within fifty yards or so. One burst. Two bursts. Three. More. And then I saw him slump forward in his cockpit and his machine lurch forward. It could have been a ruse, and if it was it worked, because I had to turn my attention to my two other "admirers".

A roll to the right put me in position to see both of them, in a left hand turn, one slightly behind the other. I fell into third position in the line and started turning behind them. Number two quickly saw what was happening and broke to the right. I ignored him and pressed on to the leader, closing fairly quickly. As I reached a firing angle I looked around and could see that #2 was in no position to cause me any trouble any time soon, so I opened fire. I must have been shooting golden bullets because after only a few short bursts his upper wing broke and the port side separated completely from the rest of the aircraft.

I looked back and found the final Albatros. I couldn't believe I was about to get three in one flight. I latched onto him like a hungry dog on a steak. Whichever way he turned I was right behind him. I fired a burst (I think I hit him) and he dove. It didn't look like he was out of control, and having no one else behind me I dove with him. Unfortunately my triplane had apparently taken some significant damage and I could hear it creaking in a VERY unpleasant manner. I reduced my dive angle and set about shedding altitude with a series of alternating side slips, always keeping an eye on the Hun diving away. However in one of my transitions I lost sight of him. Try as I might, I couldn't find him. I believe he got away, because only my first two aircraft could not be accounted for by other members of my flight.

After the excitement was over and I started trying to reform my flight I became aware of an odd sensation in my right lower leg...a sensation that quickly turned to pain. Apparently the bloody Hun who shot at me had not only hit my aircraft, but he hit me, too. Nothing serious. A graze on the outside of the right calf. The local surgeon said I should take it easy for week or two, but I don't plan on it. I can't shirk over a wound this small while I send others into the crucible. Wouldn't be proper. Definitely going to have to replace that boot, though. By the time I could land it was half full of my stout English blood. Which is generally half full of English Stout.

I've been informed that I'm being awarded the Victoria Cross for this escapade. Not only did we completely turn the enemy raid, those were my 22nd and 23rd confirmed victories, AND it turns out that the bloke in the red plane was Karl Allmenroder, a Hun of some renown. I hope to have General Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett present it to me. I've still not forgotten how he told my uncle Edmond that I'd never amount to much.


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Good report! I've lost more than one experienced pilot to a broken tripe wing, so it was wise to disengage; there will always be another day if you survive!


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Flez Airfield
Flanders Region
Flight Lieutenant G. E. Hervey reporting:

18 June 1917
I have the sad duty of reporting that Squadron Commander Bower has died in combat. I can confirm that while his death was possibly preventable and certainly regrettable, it was not in vain.

We had been ordered to transfer to our current position at Flez airfield in the Southern part of the region from Furnes in the North. Squadron Commander Bower led our flight of six successfully to our new home without incident and had directed us to land. With the flight on final approach he saw a flight of Albatrosses low to the East and heading toward the field, no doubt with evil intentions. The rest of us were so focused on landing that we never noticed, so without hesitation he attacked them single-handed, scattering them. He singled out one enemy machine and fired two long bursts and it lurched and dove directly into the ground just off the Southwest corner of the airfield.

After dispatching the first Albatros he quickly latched onto another. Like the last, he shot this one down with only a few bursts and it crashed less than 200 yards West of the airfield.

Following his second victory he circled the airfield looking for more Huns. It appeared that the coast was clear, but he apparently wasn't satisfied and flew East to be sure. I saw a few puffs of anti-aircraft fire a mile or so East of the airfield and he must have, too, because he turned toward it. I lost sight of him shortly after that, but according to the observer in the balloon Northeast of Vaux-en-Vermandois he closed on an enemy machine that was making for the German lines and fired on it from close range. The Hun pitched up and turned left and Squadron Commander Bower followed him. He apparently got too close and when the enemy machine, which was smoking heavily by this time, turned sharply the two machines collided and crashed within yards of each other, about a mile south of the balloon. Members of the balloon's ground crew rushed to the scene, but by the time the got there both Squadron Commander Bower and the German pilot were dead from their injuries.


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Squadron Commander T. Bower
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Victor in 27 aerial combats
Survivor of 55 aerial missions with 59 1/2 hours of flight time
Died in service to King, God, and Country
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Yikes! The "I'll just get one more!" sensation that has doomed so many of us has claimed another!


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More like target fixation. I didn't realize how close I was until I was TOO close.


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Combat report 27th of January 1917 Lieutenant Andrew Caldwell, Flight leader of B Flight RFC 54 8:30AM




Took off with out incident on a blisteringly cold, crisp morning. One or two clouds starting to build but otherwise a bright day. 'A' flight chaps are having a lay in, so just 'B' flight up for the morning run. Since my promotion to flight leader, I feel a real burden for the chaps under my command, when I started my goal at 54 was to down as many Hun as possible, now its to bring my boys back home alive. 'Stewpot' flight leader of 'A' says he feels the exactly same, but carries the stress of leadership well. The CO doesn't give a fig and thinks we're Barmy and to prove it has been sending us on ridiculous railway straffing jobs, which Pups are in my learned opinon utterly unsuitable for. Still, a week in to the job and not lost anyone yet.

The patrol went with out incident for the first 45 minutes, the only other aircraft we saw were some french Caudron G.4 and their escorts. We had patroled the front between Reincourt and Oppy 3 times. The bally CO demanded 23 minutes behind enemy lines and not a moment less.. In those 23 minutes we'd seen nothing.

I was thinking this crossing over Reinfield airfield would be our last and we'd return home. Sadly it wasn't to be.

I spotted a flight of 7 Halberstadt DIIIs about 700ft above us flying towards us. We engaged them at about 11,000 feet, entering into a twisting melee, a dance of death. I attempted to remain high but that soon ended, all bets were off. The first plane I attacked I hit a number of times on it’s starboard wing, destroying its struts, it made a wonderfull poping noise as it was hit and I had to duck as a spar came hurtling at me. I returned for a second go at him but his plane was shaking badly and acting very erratically. He span to his death.

The second Halberstadt took me much longer. Eventually, he dived towards Riencourt and in my pursuit I manage a number of good shots. Sadly, over the airfield I was hit multiple times by enemy anti-aircraft fire. Flying again over the airfield I managed a good burst into his crate, at the same time a spot of 'archie' aimed no doubt at me, came very close to him. His engine burst into flame and he crashed in a ball of death on the east side of the airfield.

I was planning to make a run for home when I spotted a third Halberstadt DIII dangerously close. I engaged and saw that his wing was already damaged - good old 'B' flight. I squrted him a number of times with hot lead until my Vickers jammed, but it was enough. I watched him as he crashed landed to the south of Riencourt airfield. I'd suffered some damage to my fuel tank from ground based AA fire and was out of fuel by the time I started to run for home. There was not much room for error but I nosed my Pup west and hoped for the best.

I didnt get far and landed softly approximately 200 yards west of the Riencourt observation balloon,and 2miles behind enemy lines. The Hun manning the ballon watched the whole thing and were laughing at my misfortune, with smiles on their faces they were waiting for me as I came down sausage side of the lines. The capture was quick and effecient. Having had no time to set fire to my pup I was pulled from the cockpit and roughed up a fair bit, though, in honesty not as bad I could have been and both I and the pup were captured intact, with the only thing wounded our pride.

I was locked in the shed under the Ballon, with not a scrap to eat or drink and was to be transferred to a prisoner of war camp at first light the following morning. Thankfully, the old truck sent for me managed to get bogged down in the thick and slightly thawing mud and lost a wheel, 'Vorsprung Durch Technik'. I used the resulting confusion as an opportunity to escape, it took me less than 24 hours to return to our side of the lines. I handed myself in to an infantry Regiment in the trenches 3 miles west of where I landed, they were jolly friendly bunch of chaps who treated me to an enamel mug of steaming tea, a can of corned beef and some Woodbines (balm to the soul) and let HQ know I was safe.

My joy of reunion with my squadron was quickly smoothered. The lightest blow of which was the wrath of my CO at not setting my Pup on fire. The real body blow, that makes me sick to my stomach was recieving the news my friend and wingman, Roland Pennant, was shot down early in the engagement, spinning from 10,000 ft to die in the mud northwest of Reincourt. We'd started at 54 on the same day, both of us 21, he had 3 kills to his name and was a brave and kind man.

I'm bally sick of this #%&*$# war and off to get drunk as two saliors tonight. Join me if you like. I'm buying and choosing the songs!

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A report with a video? Beautiful! Love the Pup, it has brought me home safely many times. Shame about the fuel line, looks like it you had hung left a bit you may have made it further out to almost no-man's land or at least came down at a less busy spot? Oh well, back safely despite the losses is often the best we could hope for...


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Originally Posted by Rick_Rawlings
A report with a video? Beautiful! Love the Pup, it has brought me home safely many times. Shame about the fuel line, looks like it you had hung left a bit you may have made it further out to almost no-man's land or at least came down at a less busy spot? Oh well, back safely despite the losses is often the best we could hope for...

Thanks Rick, high praise! I love your reports from the front!

Good call about hanging left, I was just so concerned to get as far as I could I don't think I was thinking straight (actually too straight!) I'm trying to ween myself off the TAC, I usually follow that blindly and I'm now playing 'dead is dead' so its nerve wracking stuff! Thanks again.

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I'm trying to ween myself off the TAC, I usually follow that blindly and I'm now playing 'dead is dead' so its nerve wracking stuff!

I highly recommend RAF Louvert's maps , Seb. I've been using them for a year or more and, although they're only about 99.8% accurate*, the only thing I use the TAC for these days is to identify and mark ground targets so my flight actually attacks them. I've got them stored on a tablet that I keep set up under my monitor, an arrangement that I consider nearly as realistic as a pilot having a paper map on a kneeboard.

*VERY occasionally missing a small copse of woods or airfield, or an airfield might be on the wrong side of the road. But I stress that this is VERY rare. I've flown missions above clouds with very few breaks in them and wound up within a mile or so of exactly where I was supposed to be. I cannot commend Lou enough on the dedication and hard work he put into creating these. They are as invaluable to the immersion effect as TrackIR or a good joystick/throttle/rudder system.


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Originally Posted by vonBaur
[quote=SebToombs]I'm trying to ween myself off the TAC, I usually follow that blindly and I'm now playing 'dead is dead' so its nerve wracking stuff!
I highly recommend RAF Louvert's maps , Seb. I've been using them for a year or more and, although they're only about 99.8% accurate*, the only thing I use the TAC for these days is to identify and mark ground targets so my flight actually attacks them. I've got them stored on a tablet that I keep set up under my monitor, an arrangement that I consider nearly as realistic as a pilot having a paper map on a kneeboard.


Just taken your advice, downloaded maps to my tablet, used a note app to draw flight lines and heights onto the map, it’s superb. Just need a fan on the desk, who needs VR? Thank you for the top tip!


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I see you're really getting into it, Seb. Good for you! DiD is the only way to go (and go you will, often smile )


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Combat Report 28th January 1917 8am.

Destroying the observation balloon south of Monchy-Le-Preux

A bad night, it took me hours to sleep, images of Roland spinning to his death filled my thoughts. No sooner than I did finally reach the welcome oblivion of sleep Orace, my batman shook me awake. It was still dark outside and our hut was freezing. All the colder for the missing friend in the camp bed opposite. Orace came bearing gifts, a steaming coffee and a slice of toast, I think he’d laced the coffee with rum, he calls it ‘hair of the dog’. I have no idea where he gets it.

We were up with A flight on a balloon busting show. The Balloon south of Monchy has been causing a few headaches for HQ and they want it gone. B flight’s got the job. Just me and Reg Charley flying in ‘B’ this morning.

We took off without incident, it could be the rum but it doesn’t feel quite as cold today. More cloud than the last few days and the snow is definitely thawing. Hopefully we are now through the worst of winter.

As we fly my head is on a spindle checking the sky, I’m not going to lose anyone today. Not today. Thankfully it seem the heaven’s are quiet and we see nothing at all. The Skies are ours alone. Even the front is quiet as we sail over the lines. Maybe the war is mourning the loss of the great soul that was Roland Pennant. I certainly can’t get his face out of my head.

We were in good formation with ‘A’ flying cover above about 2 miles out from the balloon and I gave the order to attack. Reg is a great and competent pilot, I see great things for him if he can last (or I can just keep him alive) but today his rockets fall short. My first pass wasn’t worthy of letting the rockets off so I decided I would come on it low and fast.  

I don't know if its the visions of Roland that keep flooding my mind or Orace’s ‘hair of the dog’ but I certainly wasn't thinking clearly as I approach the Ballon. I released my rockets far too close and was caught in the resulting blast as the ballon exploded, my fuel tank was hit again as was I. My face is blistered and red from the flash burn of the exploding ballon, what a chump! I’ve got to get my head back in the game or I’m not to make it myself. Worse still the pup was in a pretty rough shape as we crossed the lines, Reg saw me safely down several miles into our side of the lines and flew back to Chipilly without incident - I got transport home and the Pup was taken to Bapaume where she’ll be repaired.

To be honest I’m feeling pretty shaken up by the whole experience of the last few days, the CO’s given me a 24 hour pass. Tonight, I plan to get drunk as three sailors, join me if you can, no songs tonight my head is pounding and my face hurts.


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Hehee! I got a bit singed recently but that was insane! rofl I would say line up much further out so that you are just making elevator adjustments on the final approach. No question that you got him though! thumbsup

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March 23, 1917
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I am already tired of writing condolence letters. I now realize why our flight leaders had always seemed so grim. The other day we went up to escort some quirks while "A" flight was patrolling out in front of us up to the northeast along the lines. It was one of those days where it looked like someone took a big ball of grime and smeared it all over the world and the sky. Tall banks of clouds with occasional bursts of rain and churning winds made even basic tasks more difficult. As we were heading to the rendezvous, I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a Roland below us towards the lines. I turned to Bishop and Garfield to signal that we should continue on our flight, but it was too late, they were already gone in pursuit. I circled around for several minutes but everyone had disappeared into the clouds. In growing frustration, I continued on the flight path hoping to salvage something of the mission. I never found the quirks, but I did run into "A" flight headed my way just over the lines. I tried to rally them up but they just sped on past me. Looking east, I saw what they were running from: A flight of at least six Albatros scouts in pursuit! Swinging in behind our Nupes, I was determined to provide some back cover for our new boys, Read and Frehley. They were in Neiuport 16s and were falling behind Alvord, who was the lead for "A" today. As we made our way west, the Albatros group was slowly gaining. I noticed with a slight thrill several of the craft had bright paint swatches on them and the one in front was a scarlet machine! I had heard the rumors of these scouts including the one that the man in the scarlet machine was the one that had shot down Hawker.

Itching for revenge, I fought back the urge to dive into the flight, staying instead at the tail of "A" flight. After going a mile on our side of the lines, Alvord himself turned the flight around to engage, which I thought was a poor decision. Still, I dove down to provide the help that I could. With the wind and rain, it was difficult to follow anything. I fired on one scout until it fell down and away, it made a rough landing near LaGorgue and the pilot was captured. It was Lothar von Richthofen, brother to Hawker's killer! He had been brought down by a lucky shot of mine to his engine. Unfortunately, he was well connected and had managed to arrange an escape within a few days... When I landed after the fighting was over, I learned that both of the new boys had fallen to the guns of the Germans. I cursed the day that had gone so wrong and chewed out Bishop and Garfield for their lack of discipline in leaving the flight, Bishop's successful destruction of the Roland notwithstanding. Still, I couldn't admit that I wouldn't (or hadn't) done the same thing myself before. The letters to the parents of Read and Frehley have just been sent. I felt especially bad for the latter, for just the other day he had spoken about aspiring to be an ace one day, but he never made it...



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I left the pursuit section of the video in, which I usually would have shortened, because you can almost read the thought process going on in my head in real time... when should I attack, if at all? Who should I try to follow? And above all; Climb! Climb! In the end, I committed too late, I believe, and was unable to find both my N16s to defend...


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Hello everyone! After a two-plus year hiatus, I am back creating stories here at the forums! The following is, quite likely, going to be one of the most AMAZING stories you will ever witness... the story of one Johann Falke...

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Flugplatz Colmar

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Born to a French mother and a second-generation Trentino-Italian of Austrian citizenship, Johann was certainly “multi-ethnic”. His mother’s family was from Bron, France, near Lyon and not all that far from Switzerland, and his maternal grandmother and extended family still had residences in that region. Johann’s father had been dead for nearly ten years, and Johann had been schooled in an Italian way while also being knowledgeable in Austrian ideals.

Johann was interested early in aspects of flight but was not as interested in the politics of the time, considering them foolish. He had the chance to take early flying instruction near Pordenone and while not a certified pilot, he did have some skills. When war broke out in August 1914, Italy remained neutral. The local Austrian authorities, looking for pilots, came to find Johann could fly, and he was basically pressed into the Austrian K.u.K. Luftfahrtruppen. Trained throughout the end of 1914, and even though Johann harbored no outward lack of loyalty (as there had been [historical] a fair amount of desertions from the Austrian army, especially those of Italian stock), it was decided to send him off to a willing German Feldflieger Abteilung to get more experience in a “quiet” region. He was transferred from Flik 2 at Adjussina (where he started on an Aviatik B.I) to FFA 8b at Colmar on 21 January 1915.

The members of FFA 8b were welcoming, but also a bit suspicious, although all the members of the group were from different places in Germany and none were from this region. Nonetheless, Falke carried out his duties. They noticed "his uniform looked a little funny" so they gave him a German version.

Fitting that his very first mission was in a snowstorm...

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The Aviatik barely gets over the trees upon takeoff, and one can't just yank up on the stick to get it to go up...however, it does have decent lift characteristics and is a generally stable aeroplane to fly. Reconnaissance says that there are no local French squads in this area, so a quiet front indeed!

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The Saga Continues!

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Third mission and my engine went kaput...had to land back at Colmar.

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Those were great stories! But don't expect too much 'round here. I'm still waiting for the accolades to come raining in from working in an Ace Frehley joke en passant in my last report. No one will probably even ask how long it would take your pilot to make the Kessel Run, for example... rofl


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Those were great stories! But don't expect too much 'round here. I'm still waiting for the accolades to come raining in from working in an Ace Frehley joke en passant in my last report. No one will probably even ask how long it would take your pilot to make the Kessel Run, for example... rofl



Ha ha...."aspiring to be an ace..." I think I caught it! burger

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It would be too obvious to sepia a kiss pic

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Concerning the "Kessel Run"....wait 'till you see what I have planned! wink

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Nvidia GTX 1060 6GB (EVGA one fan version)
16 GB RAM
42 inch Sharp Aquos LCD TV with 120hz refresh
Very old (over 20 years now) Aiwa Receiver/Amplifier
Very old giant stereo speakers with newer sub-woofer
Very old Logitech Wingman joystick with two buttons and a throttle slider
Very old CH Thurstmaster analog footpedals
Manhattan analog/USB converter
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