Lieutenant Kevin Carroll, DFC 41 Squadron Conteville
27 confirmed kills
28th June 1918
Morning sortie
Major Bowman took the briefing this morning and confirmed that the whole squadron would be heading across the lines to Athies on an aggressive patrol. Captain Bill Shields was going to lead 'B' flight.
The weather was still awful with persistent rain and thick clouds as the two flights took off.
They formed up and headed out east after reaching 14000 feet.
Kevin kept his eyes open throughout especially as they came through the clouds. It went ok until they had the front below them.
Kevin spotted dark specks ahead. He signalled to Shields who was next to him. 'B' flight headed towards them as the specks grew into aircraft. A whole Jasta of Dr1's.
Kevin climbed up and got as much height as possible above the Hun as they closed in.
As the two formations clashed Kevin looked for an opportunity.
He spotted one as he saw the large melee developing to his right. 'A' flight had gotten involved now as well and one of the Dreideckers had clearly had enough and went to run for home.
Kevin half rolled and dived down onto the unsuspecting German's tail. He blasted the Dreidecker hard and then climbed and swooped around for another go. The Dreidecker dived down but was never going to outrun an SE in a dive. Kevin raced after him and fired again.
A final burst and the Hun spiralled down and nosed into the ground.
Kevin looked around for another target and saw one as a Dreidecker flew directly overhead.
Kevin climbed up and fired into the enemy aircraft who rolled away. Kevin followed and as the Dreidecker tried to zoom climb he blasted the Hun with both barrels. The Dreidecker tried to roll but as the bullets tore into the wings they broke apart.
The enemy aircraft spun down into the ground.
Kevin checked around again but couldn't see any other enemy aircraft. He did see another SE above and formed up with it. It was Captain Chappell and the pair headed home.
On landing Kevin discovered six Dreideckers had been downed and although one SE crashed on landing the pilot was ok.
Afternoon sortie
'A' flight had already left on their afternoon mission which was to head down to Arras. Kevin was finishing a cuppa before heading to the briefing room for 'B' flight's briefing.
Just then the airfield alarm sounded and flak batteries opened up.
The weather was still poor although it looked a little brighter, it was still tippling with rain.
Kevin ran out and yelled for the mechanics to start his engine. Thankfully all of 'B' flight's aircraft had been refuelled and rearmed and the others were also started up
Kevin was airborne first and climbed up as quickly as possible up towards the enemy aircraft he could now see high above.
He made steady progress despite the poor weather and could see several DFW's now forming up for the journey home.
Kevin wasn't about to let that happen. He got closer to the lead formation and lined up underneath the central aircraft of the three. He nosed up slowly and steadily and then poured both weapons into the Hun. The DFW shuddered and Kevin hit him again. He saw the tracers ripping into the cockpit and the pilot slumped forward.
The DFW lurched over and went diving down into the ground spewing thick smoke.
Kevin came around and was about to select another target when the rest of 'B' flight started tangling with the remaining DFW's.
Kevin circled around but stopped short of getting involved as there were aircraft everywhere it seemed.
He saw Hun after Hun fall and eventually he formed up with the others and they headed home.
Six DFW's had been downed for only two damaged SE's.
A short while later 'A' flight returned. Kevin met up with Fred McCall and 'Dozy' Claxton as they walked back towards their quarters.
"Hey Kev, I hear you had visitors whilst we were gone" said Fred.
"Yeah, a flight of Hun two seaters graced us with their presence. I knocked one of them down and the others were shared amongst the rest of 'B' flight" said Kevin.
"Good job pal. Well Fred here only went and grabbed four enemy aircraft on our sortie" said Claxton.
"Yeah and 'Dozy' here got three!" said McCall.
"Jeez, you guys have earned a drink with that one then!" said Kevin.
The three airmen walked off to clean up.
Later on Major Bowman confirmed all three of Kevin's claims...... bringing him to 30 confirmed kills.
The Major joined his pilots in the bar later on and celebrated what had been a fine day for 41 Squadron.
"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
Recommended is something like 1.05 for the "Roll damping_frac" value, 0.76 for "spinStability_frac," also a value of 20 for "limit_deg" for the "Rudder" entry, as well as 0.7 for "effectiveness_frac," again in the same "Rudder" entry. I always tweak all 11 xfm files per the available 11 aircraft folders per aircraft type - otherwise all sorts of inconsistencies may emerge. Tweaking the relevant entries in all 11 files guarantees that the AI will honor those values, as will the "FM" flown by you, for that aircraft type.
Always make either backups of the original files, or JSGME-friendly copies/variants, if interested in doing such hands-on experimentation. Tips similar to those included above might also work well for the Strutter. Also, as per my previous posts - those interested in such tweaks should check first with the rules of the DiD Campaign - if such tweaks are acceptable, and/or if it is preferable to wait for official OBD patches.
Cheers all, Von S
Last edited by VonS; 06/28/2108:35 PM. Reason: Added info.
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VonS, wonderful. Thank you for the tip. I’ll have a mosey into those files and see what effect those values will have on their FM. I don’t want to nerf them, I just don't want them to fly like a Dreidecker.
Albert, 30 victories for Kevin. Well done! That is some respectable tally in such a short time. Bringing the dreaded Dreideckers down left and right like that on the morning patrol and then a bomber in the afternoon takes skill. The lucky part was getting them all confirmed. It looked like a good day for the entire squadron. Who knew the Huns had so many airplanes?
Both SPADs have been confirmed. Today was time for something different. They’ve been ordered to patrol friendly front lines between Malzeville and Pont-à-Mousson. As they were approaching the Front, the Schwarm encountered a flight of American Nieuports over the destroyed city. Klaus tangled with one of them and sent it down smoking. He didn’t want to follow him all the way down and miss the main battle. He soon found another victim and sent this one packing as well. In the meantime, one of the enemy pilots targeted him in turn and opened fire, but missed and paid for it dearly. Klaus filled him full of lead and watched him go down. He took his eyes of his target just for a second to check the compass and lost him in the ground clutter. It didn’t matter, his foe was going down anyway.
He then followed another battle above him, but found a lone Nieuport appearing to be recovering from a stall. Raben didn’t wait and peppered this new enemy with his Spandaus. The enemy plane was last seen going down, but Klaus already was searching for the planes battling above. He soon found them and came close to the fight. Three Fokkers were following a lone Nieuport. Raben joined them and soon was firing on the unfriendly machine, but his attack was short lived. Both of his guns frustratingly ran out of ammunition. Klaus could only watch from a distance as the rest of the Schwarm took care of the Amerikaner. It was all over after that and everyone returned back home.
28 June, 1918 14:50 afternoon mission Montingen, Verdun Sector Jasta 18 Leutnant Klaus Gustav Raben EK2 Fokker D.VII 22 confirmed kills Awaiting three claim confirmations
In the afternoon they were allowed to take a breather and patrol over Metz railyard, which was significantly closer to their aerodrome, saving on time and effort. The towering clouds prevented the Schwarm from detecting any planes nearby and no enemy contacts as made. Either the railyard wasn’t on enemy’s hit list today or they’ve gotten lost somewhere.
"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys, The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain, From out of my arse take the camshaft, And assemble the engine again."
Tross - He has indeed found himself in some good command, given who the Captaine is. The weather is bad but cannot be helped, I suppose! Here's hoping his tale is longer than that of Bruno though. Good job on taking care of those Dreideckers in that first sortie, especially while they were trying to run. Don't fancy trying to have a proper dogfight with one of them, quite frankly. And then some easy shooting of two seaters, and that's 30 kills now! Congratulations on that. Seems like Kevin isn't the only one having a good day it seems, given those victories. Certainly a fine day worth celebrating!
Fullofit - Here he is indeed, and yes, he did luck out in managing to bump into his own mechanic like that. Here's hoping those engines don't act up too frequently though, that would be most frustrating for both the mechanic and Leanders.The Captaine does seem to be most sensible, plus he certainly knows what he's doing so when it comes to leadership he definetely found himself in the right Escadrille. Fighting 'triplans' with such a view sounds like an utter nightmare, but so far avoided. Let's see what the future brings though! As for Klaus, here's hoping that teamwork doesn't bring his career to an end all that soon, or at all. And if it does happen, it certainly would be one of those fighting two seaters... Congrats on the confirmations to Klaus for one, but then an interesting brawl with some Yanks, who of course were of no challenge to Klaus, though it seems like someone else had a challenge of their own with not colliding... Thankfully, this wasn't Klaus' problem. How frustrating to run out of ammo like that though, at the worst possible moment. But hey, there was several kill before that at least, here's hoping there's a confirmation for those. And then a simple patrol in the afternoon to relax after that seems more than justified.
This morning the Captaine took the Escadrille out on a patrol of the friendly lines right near the town of Saint-Mihiel. I was taken along, on the condition that should we see the Boche, I was to turn away and leave for home rather than helping out, just for now, as the purpose was for this to be a navigational exercise in getting to the frontlines and back. I agreed and eagerly went along. The weather hadn't improved throughout the day, and unfortunately we had to fly in the clouds and the rain. The flight and forming up went normally, with my flight under Pinsard himself confidently leading us ahead, with a second flight somewhere further back behind us. While taking off and flying, I took note of the Captaine's SPAD and the particular piece of artwork he had painted on it, and considered the possibility of having my own SPAD painted in the future when I get around to shooting down my first Boche. Maybe something a little bit cheeky to taunt the Boche...?
On the topic of the Boche, this flight was also my first contact with them in the air, as brief as it was! When we were nearing the patrol area and I was preparing to head out when suddenly I spotted something below us in the corner of my eye, and on closer inspection found a whole Jasta's worth of Boches! The Escadrille soon turned to fight them while they flew on towards us in turn, with me breaking off in the opposite side and fleeing away and towards home, though pausing on the outskirts of the fight to examine the situation. A single Boche was flying after me, while everyone else was caught in a wild melee. I had briefly considered violating orders and turning back to attack this lone Boche, but considering that the Captaine may not be all too happy with this I had some second thoughts. I didn't want a dismissal right after arriving here... Regardless, these thoughts were for nothing as soon the Boche turned and headed for a closer target, and I was able to observe the fight for another minute or so and witnessing several of the Boche's get pushed lower and lower by our own SPADs. This was a reassuring sight to which I left the area, and headed back home.
Sometime later, the flight finally arrived, sans three men, one of whom later turned up on his own without his plane, making for two dead and one plane written off during the fight. In return, we had claimed four Boches downed and several damaged, with one being claimed by the Captaine himself almost to no one's surprise. The Captaine eventually informed me he was happy with my navigational ability and the decision to avoid getting involved, as it was quite a mess down there and combined with the weather he didn't have the highest faith in me being able to wrangle a damaged SPAD back home in those conditions. Regardless, now fully satisfied with my integration I was ordered to fly out on another patrol later in the day, again headed by the Captaine himself.
This patrol went a lot less eventfully, and even though we were forced to fly directly in the clouds with really bad visibility we did not bump into anymore boches and eventually turned back home. The rest of the day was spent socializing with my fellow airmen and Pierre, in anticipation for whatever might happen tomorrow, occasional thoughts still lingering on making a possible paintjob for myself once I do something that warrants getting one...
"Those who survive a long time on the battlefield start to think they're invincible. I bet you do, too, Buddy."
Fullofit - Kevin's doing well, but he'll be due some leave soon.... he'll meet a girl....and you know what happens then. Klaus did really well against those 28's. His last claim just didn't want to go down and he had to use so much ammo he didn't have enough to down the last aircraft. C'est la guerre. Three is a fine score however, let's hope for confirmations.
NR - Baptiste had a very interesting last practice flight, poor weather again so it's thankful that the Huns were below his flight. He made the right choice not getting involved even when one appeared to be trailing him. It sounds like that's a well drilled unit, using the SPADs correctly, staying above the enemy aircraft and driving them down.
"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
Lieutenant Kevin Carroll, DFC 41 Squadron Conteville
30 confirmed kills
29th June 1918
Major Bowman took the briefing and confirmed that the squadron would be heading to the lines between Arras and Doullens.
The weather had made a remarkable improvement. Warm sun and predominantly clear skies greeted the pilots as they took off and headed out south east after forming and climbing up.
Captain Chappell was leading 'B' flight with Kevin on his left and Fred McCall on his right.
The journey to the lines went smoothly and they'd been patrolling for about 10 minutes when Kevin saw aircraft lower and to the left. He signalled and as they neared he saw they were a flight of Pfalz scouts.
Kevin headed straight into the formation of enemy scouts and fired into one of them. He climbed and completed an Immelmann back down to carry on his attack.
He saw several battles going on so picked the Pfalz he'd originally hit who had dived down.
He dived after the Hun and caught him up within a minute or so. He fired into him and the Pfalz rolled right. Kevin was on his tail again in an instant and poured bullets into the hapless German. He must have hit the wires as the Pfalz lurched over into a spinning fall and went all the way down into the ground.
Kevin looked around for another opportunity and saw another Pfalz who had been trying to get on his tail. He turned hard right and the Hun must have realised he was on a loser as he tried to run.
Kevin came around and raced after the fleeing German. He caught up and pummeled the Pfalz. Another burst and he nosed down under Kevin's aircraft and presumably into the ground below.
Kevin couldn't see any other aircraft nearby so decided to head home.
On landing he found several other SE's coming in or already on the ground.
Whilst six Pfalz scouts had been downed, six SE's had been damaged enough to mean there would be no sortie in the afternoon due to repairs.
Kevin spent the afternoon checking his aircraft over as he awaited news on his two claims.
"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
Henri N. du Fay Spa 94,Adjutant, C.G. Roissy en France Aerodrome
7 Victory's 4 Unconfirmed
29 June 1918.
Bad day for II Section of the 94th. Escort for a photo of enemy Troop positions. On the last turn around got hit by V struts off to Port and slightly below them Fokkers came down from the High position. There must have been 8-11 a/c against our six. I stayed with the Recon until he got away then went back. It looked hopeless, all I could do was draw off one fighter. A Devil of a pilot turn on a dime and stand on his tail. I could only Out run him do a chandell fire then Repeat, Repeat, Repeat. Finally he dove and turned for his lines. I was on him like stink on a Paris Horse Trolley. 100rds then like a slippery ell he turned but I rolled and cut inside 40 more rds. His Machine wobbled, slowed and forced landed/ Crashed in his own trenches. No witness, his lines = Rejected. Totaled claims 1 mine. We lost 2 Destroyed + 2 Crashed upon landing with 1 pilot KIA one pilot Hospitalized. + damage
Tross - Yeah, the weather is a constant pain, but it seems like it's more or less gone now, so hopefully that stays this way! It was definetely a lucky position the Escadrille found themselves in, and they very well used that advantage. The Captaine probably takes care of having all the drilling and training be sufficient, and it shows. So, it's a bunch of Pfalzes for Kevin now! Two good and effecient kills, as expected of Kevin at this point. They stood no chance. And such a good fight too! I mean, sure the machines may be damaged, but six at no loss to your side? Now that's good. Here's hoping they get confirmed!
Carrick - Certainly sounds like a bad day, with all those destroyed and crashed pilots. Hopefully there's enough time for Section 2 to recover from that little fiasco!
Today the weather improved and the Captaine seen this as a great opportunity to undertake a small hunting trip of his own, on which I was invited to my complete surprise. Being approached with a simple of question of "Baptiste, do you like balloons?". A little confused, I chose the safe option of saying 'No', to which he merely laughed and said, "Good! Now how about we go and pop one?". It was with this preface I got taken out onto my first balloon busting mission, consisting of Pinsard, myself, and another randomly picked airman from the higher echelon of the Escadrille. I was somewhat excited, as this would've been my first combat mission behind enemy lines. Prior to takeoff, Pierre wished me luck and assured me my guns should be in working condition, which I would surely hope for given the awkwardness of trying to gun a gasbag with nothing to shoot it with...
Fighting back the glare of the sun we took off and climbed to a sufficient height, circling more or less over our aerodrome due to the proximity of the lines. Heading East, we flew past Verdun, admiring the sights of the worn out No Man's Land from above and eventually crossed the lines, with no sight of Boche nearby to my relief. After flying for another five or so minutes, Pinsard gave a signal, and on closer inspection of the ground below I spotted the gasbag way below us. We started working on making our way down, but in my excitement to do some real damage to the thing and maybe make an impression I stressed my craft, descending in a rapid spiral way faster than Pinsard and our very own third musketeer. Thus, I was the first one to actually get on to the gasbag, and perhaps due to confusing the Fritz's anti air gunners by my rapid near fall towards the balloon they had still not had a chance to open fire. I used this as an opportunity to push my throttle to the max and fly over the Gasbag, shooting a burst across the whole length of it. This wasn't enough however, and I overflew it, making a quick decision to do a loop and turn back on it, firing again. This second pass was enough, and to my amazement the gasbag went on fire and seconds later combusted entirely! Unable to resist the rush, I almost leaned out of the cockpit and yelled "VIVE LA FRANCE!" at whatever Hun may have possibly been below to hear it, though in hindsight I doubt they would've. Still, satisfied with what I've done I turned back for home upon spying my flight doing the same.
Pinsard congratulated me on what I've done, though warned me to not make such reckless dives and turns like I did, after which Piere would've now had to spend some time working on ensuring the airframe was airworthy again and wouldn't malfunction somehow. Despite my kill being clearly witnessed, I was told I'd still have to wait for the confirmation to run through HQ and to ensure they were satisfied with it. Something Pinsard told me sadly cannot be helped. Well, wasn't a problem for me, I waited long enough to get here, so I can certainly wait for paperwork to get signed... In the meantime I was given a spare SPAD and we took off on a patrol of friendly skies over a railyard next to Verdun, though this fortunately went well and nothing happened. Landing back, I decided to head to the hanger and see if I could help Pierre out with the maintenance anyhow, feeling it wouldn't really be fair to have him deal with a problem caused not by the Boche but entirely by myself on his own, thoughts of painting a personal taunt to the stupid Fritz onto my crate still lingering on my mind. After a few hours of that, went to socialize with some of my fellow airmen, hoping to get some tips on flying my craft more effectively.
"Those who survive a long time on the battlefield start to think they're invincible. I bet you do, too, Buddy."
NR, great start for Baptiste, lucky that Boche didn’t follow him all the way to the airfield. But it seems better luck would be welcome for the Escadrille. Two dead. That is worrisome. Le Capitaine better let Leander’s loose so that he can finally contribute. Fingers crossed he’ll fare better than his compatriots. Then a quiet mission prevented our hero from proving his worth. Perhaps that paint job will boost his confidence? Klaus has to be mindful of his ammunition expenditure a bit more, or he’ll be going home with empty Spandaus rather often. Now, as to that loaded question about the balloons, if you think about it, there is no right answer. What’s important however is that it may as well be Baptiste’s first victory. Perhaps he’ll paint a balloon on the side of his plane to commemorate the event? In either case congratulations are in order of your first victory. Hey, I know, why not paint in large letters on the bottom of the wings “VIVE LA FRANCE” for all the Huns to see as our victorious hero overflies them?
Albert, let’s not plan that far ahead. I know that girls are just waiting to snag themselves a flyboy, but first Kevin needs to ask himself one question. Is he just a piece of meat to those women? Do they even consider his feelings? Are they just using him? Ok, that’s more than one question. Klaus has no issues with those Nieuports. It’s those bloody Strutters! It’s unreal. Looks like the attraction is catching up with 41 Sqn. Those boys and gals at Royal Aircraft Factory better pick up some speed. More planes are needed. So, two Pfalzes this time. A good haul considering how slim the pickings had been. Hopefully both will be confirmed. For now, Kevin can enjoy half a day off. He deserves it.
Klaus was following a SPAD, easily keeping it in his sights. He squeezed the triggers and the Spandaus shook the entire plane. A lot of smoke, but there was no ear splitting noise. He fired again and again. His plane shook from recoil. The SPAD was still there, right in front of him. There was no sign of damage. Did he miss? He looked at his target again and the SPAD’s green and brown camouflage turned all silver. Klaus fired again. His guns shaking the entire plane along with him. Still no sign of any damage, smoke or debris. There was now a rear gunner in the silver plane in front of him. The observer was looking directly at him and smiling. He wasn’t even aiming his gun at him. Raben panicked and continued to squeeze the triggers. More violent jolting of his plane. It was unbearable. Why did his plane shake so much when he fired the guns? The rear gunner was now having a belly laugh, tears running down his face, his fist smacking the decking of the fuselage. Klaus was mad. He gritted his teeth and fired again. The shaking was so violent he woke up. Gefreiter Lohmann was standing over him and shaking him awake. “- Gott im Himmel! It’s time to get up Leutnant. Breakfast in 30 minutes.” Klaus looked around. He was in his room. The orderly was walking out to wake up the next pilot. At breakfast he’d learned all three Nieuports from yesterday’s morning mission have been confirmed. His bread slathered with lard and bacon bits tasted that much better. He washed it down with a large gulp of lukewarm ersatz Kaffee. It was time for the briefing. The orders came through to support ground forces in sector south of Pont-à-Mousson. On their way to the patrol area they’ve encountered a small group of five enemy planes. Klaus knew they wouldn’t have any problems with them. There were 10 of them in the Schwarm after all. Was he right? He was wrong. It was a flight of dreaded Strutters. One came after him right away and punctured his radiator. Then two more came after this one. WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE FOKKERS!? It looked like the remaining 9 Fokkers were busy with the other two Strutters. It made no sense to Klaus, but he had no time to worry about any of it now. He had to deal with the three Strutters of his own. He knew he had no chance battling them on his own in the open, so he decided to dive for the deck. It was a new strategy he was eager to test. He was diving at full speed, yet the Strutters were gaining. There was nothing to do but to loop his plane and face them. He pulled on the control column too hard and could feel his vision going dark. He immediately loosened his grip. Raben tangled with one of the Sopwiths, whose gunner was firing despite them all doing tightest of maneuvers. A stout fellow that one. By now the rest of the Schwarm descended upon the Strutters following Klaus and got him out of a difficult situation. In the end Klaus came out on top of his duel and watched the enemy plough into the ground. Soon after he had to set his machine down nearby and wait for the repair crew to come and patch up his radiator. At least it looked like light damage. He wouldn’t have to wait an entire day to get his bird fixed.
29 June, 1918 13:45 afternoon mission Montingen, Verdun Sector Jasta 18 Leutnant Klaus Gustav Raben EK2 Fokker D.VII 25 confirmed kills Awaiting one claim confirmation
Since the Schwarm never made it to the Front this morning, the orders for ground forces support in sector between Pont-à-Mousson and Malzeville still stood and Jasta 18 prepared another sortie to that effect. Klaus could see a large scrap going on ahead. Schwarm Eins was ahead and already engaged with what looked like silver and brown planes. Klaus was reluctant. More Strutters and Bréguets? They approached closer and he breathed a sigh of relief. Nieuports and whatever they were escorting. The Fokkers took care of the large birds, which only left the Nieuports to sweep up. Klaus got in behind one of them and opened fire. The enemy was concentrating too much on his target ahead to notice and Raben gave him another squirt. That did the trick. The silver plane disengaged and went down trailing faint ribbon of smoke. Klaus didn’t follow. Too much was happening high up to pass it up. He soon found another Nieuport to play. He fired on it as it crossed his sights, then left it alone for the other Fokker that was chasing after it. He circled around to spot one of the French machines below and behind. He was on him soon enough and fired. The enemy dove away, but Klaus decided to stick with him. He followed him some more until he saw another Nieuport, pursued by another Fokker get very close to his own target. Raben took a snapshot as the other Nieuport flew by and then quickly switched back to his original target and when he was in range he opened fire. He continued to fire as the silver plane was diving for safety and only decided to relent after he saw smoke coming out of the enemy’s machine. He let him go and scanned the sky in search for another victim. He found one very quickly that was being followed from distance by a Fokker. Raben decided to get a piece of the action. He could see now the French scout was gliding sans power. As he lined up his shot, another Nieuport came into his view. “- Let the other Fokker have some fun with that unpowered machine.” He thought to himself. Klaus preferred his enemies to provide him with some challenge. He switched his targets and went after the new plane. Perhaps it was one of the planes he’d fired on before? Hard to tell. He went after him nonetheless and opened fire. He scored hits and was getting ready to finish him off when a Fokker dove from above and hit his target. It looked like the Nieuport has had it, as it went into a half roll and entered a dive, but as Raben continued to watch, the enemy pilot levelled out and was getting away. Klaus was soon back on him, when the French pilot did another one of the about turns, but as he did that and was about to dive away again, Raben hit his wing, which departed the plane and floated along the tumbling Nieuport. Klaus was satisfied with the take down and looked for any stragglers. He couldn’t spot any, so instead he formed up with the reminder of the Schwarm and turned for home.
"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys, The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain, From out of my arse take the camshaft, And assemble the engine again."
Carrick - Henri did his duty there and stayed with the two seaters. Then he went and grabbed a Hun albeit on the wrong side of the lines. A good job on a tough day.
NR - Baptiste is off the mark with a balloon bust. Good job, even if le Capitaine didn't like the method used. He was probably just upset he didn't prang it himself. But if we waited until the AI aircraft did their circling down and casual strafing we'd be there all day. It worked and Pierre probably likes to be kept busy. Then a quiet afternoon jaunt. A good first operational day for him. Let's hope it gets confirmed.
Fullofit - So poor Klaus is having nightmares about Strutters now.....maybe it's the ersatz coffee, who knows what's in it....I mean they say it's acorns but.....
As for Kevin, he's just a man.....with a man's courage... nothing but a man.....and.... enough of Flash. He's been away from ladies for so long, he's liable to fall for the first nurse who flutters her eyelids, or any other facial feature.
As for nightmares Klaus is giving the allies plenty. He was in a pickle there against the two seaters but came out on top. I love the way the rest of the formation are like "thanks for taking on all those Strutters singlehandedly Klaus, we'll go after the other two". Then he helped himself to some Nieuports....he's on remarkable terms with the claims board at the moment so hopefully the claims are a formality.
"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
Lieutenant Kevin Carroll, DFC 41 Squadron Conteville
30 confirmed kills (awaiting two confirmations)
30th June 1918
Morning sortie
Kevin, Fred and 'Dozy' Claxton had just finished their coffee and were walking over to the briefing room when the Adjutant's phone rang.
Kevin had an inckling what it was about. Sure enough a few moments later Major Bowman came out of his office and shouted at the mechanics to start the engines on the aircraft.
Enemy aircraft were approaching the area and 41 Squadron had been ordered up.
Kevin had his gear on so ran straight to his aircraft. He was in the air a short while later and climbed up towards the flak bursts he could already see out to the east.
The weather was excellent again, although the relatively low sun was going to make spotting difficult.
As he climbed he now saw several aircraft high up and now dropping bombs on anything they could find worth attacking.
He looked below and could see several other SE's getting airborne.
He could now see the enemy aircraft clearly, Rumplers, circling around. They were very high and thankfully this did nothing for their bombing accuracy.
Kevin was now directly below a couple of them and slowly climbed up. He had to time it right otherwise he was going to get a face full of bullets.
Thankfully he did time it right, and came up directly behind the lead Hun. He poured both barrels into the unsuspecting German and blasted him again. The Rumpler fell to the side and began a downward spiral that didn't stop until he plunged into the ground.
Kevin swung around and came behind the other Rumpler, the rest were behind and about to get pummeled by the rest of 41 Squadron.
He got behind and beneath and hit the Hun hard. The German aircraft tried to evade but another burst must have hit the pilot as the Rumpler lurched to the right and went straight down into the ground.
Kevin looked around and saw the other Rumplers being swept away.
He turned for home and on landing he went to make his report.
Afternoon sortie (awaiting four confirmations)
After some lunch during which all talk was about the six downed Rumplers without loss that morning, the pilots headed over to the briefing room.
Major Bowman confirmed that both flights would be heading towards Bethune.
The weather was still very good although rather more clouds were around than this morning.
Kevin and the rest took off and headed north east after climbing upto 12000 feet.
The trip out to the lines near Bethune went quietly and the squadron turned north.
Just then Kevin spotted something off to his right. He focussed and saw a formation of aircraft running parallel to 'B' flight.
Kevin signalled and the flight headed over towards the aircraft. Just then they must have been seen as the other aircraft turned to face 'B' flight.
Kevin now saw they were up against a flight of Fokkers. He climbed up as the formations clashed and chose a target.
He now saw 'A' flight joining the fray and dived onto a Hun directly below him. He fired into him and the Fokker dived. Kevin stayed with him as the Hun raced towards the ground.
Kevin hit the German again who now levelled out. Another burst from Kevin tore the wing off and sent the Fokker spiralling down into the ground.
He looked up and saw he was far below any other aircraft and that the battle seemed to be over.
He decided to head home. Once the rest had landed he found 7 Fokkers had been downed and unfortunately one SE had been lost and the pilot, 2nd Lieutenant Jack Gifford, was unfortunately dead. Gifford was from Bromyard in Herefordshire and had been at the squadron for two weeks.
Later on he had a meeting with Major Bowman. Bowman explained only one of his five claims could be confirmed.
Kevin went to drown his sorrows in the bar. As he ordered a drink, Fred McCall and 'Dozy' Claxton came over "Alright pal. How did your meeting with the Major go" asked McCall.
"Oh it was nothing, well nearly nothing, one better than nothing." said Kevin with a sarcastic smile.
"Oh hell buddy, well we'll help you drown those sorrows. We've had some good news" said Claxton.
"Sure, what's the news" said Kevin.
"I have five confirmed kills today and 'Dozy' has six!" said McCall.
"That's brilliant news lads well done. Corporal! Three Canadian Club please" said Kevin.
Those victories brought McCall to 20 confirmed kills and Claxton to 21. Kevin was on 31.
"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
Fullofit - As today would prove, the Escadrille does need some better luck, although bad luck is as always followed by some good. Two dead isn't bad compared to, well, a lot more dead. Memories to the times of Dean's squadron being killed off. It was indeed a loaded question, but hey, an order is an order so may as well give an excuse for it and be cheery about it. Sounds like a mighty fine idea for a paintjob, or something similar enough! Just cheeky enough to let it sink in that it was this Frenchman doing it to them, and he's more than proud to be. Painting some balloon to celebrate commemorate it would be quite an idea too, though unfortunately it'll have to wait as you'll find Baptiste isn't in the best situation for that right now... As for Klaus though, so now he's having literal nightmares of the things! And for good reason it seems, given that whole first first. Klaus really had to put in some effort to get through that, but thankfully he made it out okay at least. Must've been a very panic-filled moment though. Especially with the schwarm being utterly distracted. Might just be a fine idea to yell at those kind of 'comrades' for being oh so helpful. That, and get something to cope with the Post-Strutter Traumatic Disorder But at last he prevailed and managed to bring one down, which hopefully shall get a confirmation. That second sortie seems a lot better though, in that regard. Some fairly absent minded Niueports which proved no challenge. That's a lot more like it.
Tross - Either that, or just doesn't wanna wind up dealing with stressed out airframes. Regardless at least the result was good, so Captaine can't complain. The AI planes do tend to be rather slow to act at times, unfortunately. Gotta be hopeful on the confirmation, and as for Pierre, I'm sure he'll have plenty to keep him busy after today's mission. So another busy day for Kevin then. First a scramble to deal with some pesky Rumplers. Thankfully they didn't manage to get very accurate bombs off, it seems, and Kevin punished them for their false sense of security by downing two, and there being six downed altogether. Here's hoping they'll be confirmed. And in the afternoon, some fokkers, one of which Kevin has dealt with most approriately and the rest were handled similarly so it seems... What a shame only one got confirmed though, what a shame indeed. Seems like a good day for McCall and Claxton though, hah!
Not a good day today if I say so myself, and it all started oh so well... To start at the beginning, the day began with more sunny weather. Captaine surprised me with another trip out to take down a balloon, located in almost the same place as the last. It seems like the Boche decided to raise one in place of the one I took down yesterday, and so we had to deal with it! Well, I didn't mind! Before takeoff Captaine told me to be gentle with my craft and to not push the airframe so much like I did the last time, and I assured him that I wouldn't, not exactly knowing if that's a promise I can keep. Regardless, we took off and flew unmolested until WE found our target, even sighting one of those interesting little 'Whippets' driving on the road next to our field... Soon though, I was proven wrong in regards to my thoughts about /us/ sighting the target. I had seen the balloon and begun to descend towards it for an attack. Somehow though, as I later found out, both the Captaine and our third wingmate didn't actually spot the balloon and flew on, not certain of where I had went off to either. How this happened baffles me, but regardless I digress. I descended, now a lot more slowly and gently before I found myself at a suitable height and began my attack. First pass came and went, with return fire appearing and me doing a loop for a second strafe. This, too, brought no real result but I wasn't about to back off. Gaining some height, I done another turn and went for the balloon, gunning for a third time and igniting it. Satisfied, I ran for home without my flight.
Getting there, I reported to the Captaine who had already gotten back and he explained to me that they had no clue where the balloon was nor where I was. As such, he couldn't confirm what went down and thus couldn't grant me this balloon. I found it rather outrageous, but he assured me that there'll be way more in the future and that unfortunately sometimes it can't be helped. Besides, my first balloon was still to be approved... Later on in the day, another sortie came up. We were to provide a patrol over friendly lines West of St Mihiel, with the whole escradille heading up in two sections. Still under the bright warm sun we took off and went on our watch of the lines, which was where the bad luck begun. First of all, during the climb one of our men suddenly broke and started diving. On closer inspection, his engine appeared to have ignited and he was now trailing heavy smoke as he went flying lower and lower to the ground, almost uncontrollably. It was a disturbing sight, but we couldn't do anything about it, and instead had to keep going on the patrol... We arrived to the sector and begun, my thoughts still lingering on the burning flaming airman and hopes of him getting down safely. About halfway into the patrol I noticed rapid movement up ahead, which is where Section One was currently located. We flew over to investigate and found them in a with what appeared to be unescorted rumplers!
This was an opportunity, and I of course fully intent to take it. I seen several groups of SPADS, now including my own second section attacking several of the separated Rumplers. After some time, I jumped on tail of one with several other SPADs on him and begun my attack, firing into him, somewhat frustrated by the gun spraying wildly but closed enough to deal with this. I sent burst after burst into him, at which point another one of the SPADs decided to take his own shot, and after our combined shots the Boche's plane folded on itself and went crashing. I was satisfied, but was hoping for something more and something for myself... Then, there it was! Another Rumpler in the distance, trying to flee and with no one on him! I of course took the chance to rush after him, trying to gun him down too. This proved a mistake as he wasn't even all that damaged and his gunner expertly returned fire, landing hits on both me and my craft! The hits, thankfully, did not seem fatal or particularly mortal, but as far as I know they still hurt, and hurt badly, and there was a bit too much blood coming out for my comfort. I had to land, and land fast. I didn't want to risk trying to hang around any longer and make this worse...
Unfortunately for me, fate rolled the dice again, winning against me once more. I wanted to land, and land I did! Unfortunately, the scuffle with the Rumpler and my panic in regards to the damage and wounds led me to land on the closest grass field I could muster, which I happily assumed to be friendly land as that's exactly what I was flying over during the fight... As I began to climb out of the craft though, looking to see my wounds and greet the incoming medicals I was shocked to discover that the truck in the distance was not, in fact, medical, but rather a distinct and very angry Boche rapidly coming towards me. Absolutely shocked by this turn of events, I considered my options. Stand my ground and die. Stand my ground and get captured, then probably die. Or run, and probably also die. This wasn't ideal, but unluckily, or luckily for me my body rightly decided that I had no time to stand around and think, so instead I took what felt like my only chance, and started running for the nearest bit of shrubbery in spite of the pain and blood...
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"Those who survive a long time on the battlefield start to think they're invincible. I bet you do, too, Buddy."
Albert, as you can see there is a reason why Klaus is having nightmares. Surviving their attacks is getting more and more difficult. You might be right about the coffee substitute. Who knows what really goes into each can? Most likely Klaus’ wingmen balls, judging by their actions during that morning mission. As for the French getting nightmares, serves them right. Instead of subsidizing those inferior Nieuports and SPADs, they should get real planes. (Just not Strutters!) Even his current run of concurrent confirmed successful claims has come to an end. Must be change of guard at the claims board.
Kevin seems to be kept occupied by the Huns. The convenient part of it is that they come to him. He doesn’t have to roam the skies to find any targets. Just go up, take a few of the bombers down and then be back for second breakfast. Then another Fokker after lunch. Life is good, or at least would have been if more than one of those five claims could be confirmed. What rotten luck and then Fed and ‘Dozy’ had to rub it in. Unacceptable!
NR, exactly right. Two dead is better than more dead. Must be still fresh in your memory, as you say, from Dean’s period. Now, as to Baptiste’s period, tough luck with those claims. That bloody Capitaine is probably half blind. Unfortunately nothing to do but grin and bear it. The painting of the balloon will definitely have to wait. What rotten luck to get nicked by the G/O and land in enemy’s territory. Run Baptiste, run! Hiding in the bushes won’t help. What about the dogs!? Now, you could say Klaus had all the luck getting hit and landing in friendly territory. And to boot he brought down the craft that hit him. And he also didn’t get hurt. Yup, can’t complain when comparing it to Baptiste’s lot. Hopefully there is a happy ending to that misadventure. Fingers crossed.
Only the Strutter from the morning show could be confirmed. All the Nieuports went unconfirmed due to them going down behind lines. Silver was Klaus’ least favourite colour at the moment. This morning the HQ decided to send Jasta 18 to patrol friendly front lines south of Pont-à-Mousson. There was no contact with the enemy over the Front. Klaus felt relief as they were approaching the aerodrome on their way back. He survived another mission without meeting the silver planes. He reflected for a moment. Was this fear?
The alarm bell was ringing across the entire aerodrome. All pilots scrambled to their planes and started to take off one by one. A flight of SPADs circled the airfield as the Fokkers began to roll down the field. The Schwarm moved further away from the field and higher up before the French biplanes began their attack. At first, only one of them detached from the formation and commenced his diving attack. Klaus positioned his machine in such a way as to prevent an easy pass from behind. The Frenchman hesitated and the rest of the Schwarm jumped him. At this time another SPAD was already attacking, but this one also missed. They were probably too close to the ground for a comfortable diving attack. Raben was all over that one. He fired at him while following him in a bank. He nearly had him when a sudden gust of wind upset his machine and the Fokker entered a flat spin. They were near the ground and Klaus was barely able to recover in time. He buzzed the tops of the trees as he levelled out and searched for his lost target. He found it tumbling down, but recovered near the ground as well. Klaus resumed his pursuit, but before he could get anywhere near, his older cousin swooped down and finished off the SPAD. “- Well played cousin! You owe me a drink in the Kasino for that.” Klaus thought to himself and looked for another target. He found one soon enough and peppered it full of holes as the enemy crate was attempting to put some distance between himself and the rest of the Fokkers. Klaus watched with satisfaction as the enemy machine tumbled to the ground and smashed with an ear splitting noise. That looked like the last one of them. Klaus gave the signal to land.
"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys, The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain, From out of my arse take the camshaft, And assemble the engine again."
Leutnant Klaus Gustav Raben EK2 Jasta 18 Montingen, Verdun Sector Fokker D.VII
28 missions 20.75 hrs 26 victories 42 claims
"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys, The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain, From out of my arse take the camshaft, And assemble the engine again."
Henri N. du Fay Spa 94,Adjutant, C.G. Roissy en France Aerodrome
7 Victory's 4 Unconfirmed
Balloon Defense: Ran into 4 V struts forming to attack our sector Balloon. Lots of turns, twists, chandells and even loops our 3 a/c flight claimed 1 Boche machine for 0 losses 2 Spads were damaged None for me.
Fullofit - That's grim news about your vacation schedule. I'll spare you the details then of a week on Martha's Vineyard... I see Klaus is up to his usual tricks and acting as magnet for Entente aircraft. Well done getting out of the Nieup storm and scoring to boot. And now promotion! Keep it up and a staffel command won't be far off...of course those fiendish Strutters may have other ideas. The day off was well timed. 25 Kills and more. The itchy neck might get scratched after all. Unfortunate that his dreams are of the wrong kind of Strutters and not Countesses. At least the claims board is on his side now.
Carrick - Looks like Henri is finding his stride and with a certain Elan. He did well to come thorugh that tag team by the Albs adn Fokkers. Unfortuante about the claim but Henri survives to fight another day.
NR - Welcome Baptiste! Didn't take him long for his first victory, then another. Shame about the two denied. Those blasted 2 seaters. Glad the wounding wasn't lifethreatening but what's this?! Forgetting Boelke Dictum #7. Sacre Bleu. Time for escape and evasion. Run, Baptiste, run!
Albert - Zounds, man! I go away for a few days and Kevin has slaughtered half the Luftstreitkräfte! No wonder the skies are so empty of Huns. Congrats on the promotion. Bravo on passing Beery and ending the month on 31. Quite the triumvirate in 41 Sqn with Kevin, McCall and Claxton. Flaming June indeed!
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À la Recherche du Temps Perdu - Part 92
29 May 1918 Somewhere in France
More fog this morning which didn’t lift until mid-afternoon. Even then the weather felt unsettled. My kit secured in the observer cockpit of the new Harry Tate I’d ferry to the No. 2 Aircraft Depot at Rang du Fliers, I took off and climbed in a slow ascending spiral over the field. At 5000 feet the RAF4a commenced chugging, and lost oil pressure. I dropped back to London Colney and landed safely. Another triumph of the Royal Aircraft Factory…
Finding another aircraft proved difficult but after an hour wrangling, I convinced the OC to let me have one of the three Bristol Fighters.
Airborne at 6.00. My plan was to fly towards Dover and if possible, attempt the Channel crossing. The gathering clouds were a concern but after a smooth flight to Dover I pointed the Brisfit SW of Gris Nez and crossed at 10000 feet. Made landfall without incident despite the cloud ceiling dropping to 4000. Weather was just good enough to lure me in. After another five miles inland conditions deteriorated rapidly. Heavy mists and darkening clouds forced me lower and lower.
It was soon clear that I’d missed Rang du Fliers. Doubled back into failing light as the mist forced me down under 100 feet. I flew along in the looming darkness fearful of a chimney stack or Church steeple swatting me out of the sky. It was then that the Falcon started overheating. Visibility was nil and the light was almost gone. Below, against a black background of what looked to be forest, I saw a manor house with 3 large windows illuminated. Aimed for a soft landing in the field fronting the house, and after a moment of terror hauling her up and over a fence, I put the Brisfit down on the field and taxied up to the manor.
A tall man emerged warily from the house but after determining that I was a British officer, invited me inside. Monsieur Henri Dupont was of indeterminate age between 60 and 75. Not a hair of grey disturbed the black mane covering his head. Round spectacles stood watch on a prominent Gallic nose.
When I inquired as to the nearest army base, he informed me that Rang Du Fliers was 6 miles west. Transport would have to wait until morning, however, as his horses were unaccustomed to nocturnal travel.
“It would be our pleasure, Monsieur, for you to remain our guest this evening,” he said.
I thought briefly of trying to walk to No 2 ASD but the steady drizzle showed every sign of becoming heavy rain. I ran my kit inside, then with M. Dupont’s assistance, pushed the Bristol under some nearby trees and covered the engine and cockpit with tarpaulins. Low, heavy mists swirled about and the skies opened up just as we returned to the house. I was going nowhere.
Madame Dupont greeted us as we entered. She looked to be in her 50s but like her husband, it was difficult to determine her exact age. M. Dupont’s English was far superior to my French though I believe he appreciated my efforts. Madame, by contrast, possessed very little spoken English but understood it well enough so I conversed in a strange bilingual traingle.
M. Dupont guided me to a large bedroom on the second floor, then retreated downstairs. I shed my flying suit and took stock of the situation. No chance to reach Étaples, the Depot or any other units in this downpour. There was nothing else but to enjoy my present good fortune.
When I returned to Madame and Monsieur, they stared at my decorations, eyes lingering on the Legion d’Honneur ribbon. M. Dupont excused himself then returned with a dusty bottle of Champagne, which he opened, sending the cork flying across the room. As he poured out three flutes, handing one to me, a large black cat I’d not previously noticed chased down the cork and batted it about briefly. It soon lost interest in such pursuits and began grooming itself.
“An unexpected honor, Major,” said M. Dupont.
The Dupont home was a spacious, two story brick farmhouse located 15 kilometers SE of Etaples near the Bois de Puiberaut. Just enough distance to prevent requisition by the military authorities. The couple lived here with a housekeeper and cook.
Dinner was simple and deliciously prepared. Accompanied by roasted potatoes and asparagus, a white fish served as the main course. It was similar to sole meunière but in a lemon caper sauce with additional herbs I couldn’t place. A glass of ancient port and a plate of cheeses far superior than the one I declined at Rules completed the splendid meal.
Afterwards, sitting in the soft firelight of the parlor, M. Dupont poured three glasses of Armagnac and told me a little of the family. The three Dupont sons served in the infantry and all remained alive. The youngest, wounded in the recent fighting, was in hospital somewhere in Paris. Of the farm hands who joined up in 1914, all save one were dead.
The black cat brushed up against my leg, purred deeply as I petted its sleek fur, then moved just out of easy reach where it remained expectantly for nearly a minute…an old game, and one I refused to play. Eventually the creature despaired of its newest human servant, sauntered away, and took up position on a nearby chair. Once there it commenced to stare with its deep blue eyes; blue eyes like a Siamese, something I’d never seen in a black cat before. The effect was startling, and grew more so as the animal continued to glower at me.
“Etoile finds you intéressant, monsieur,” said M. Dupont with a wry grin.
‘Etoile,’ meaning star. Odd name for a black cat.
As the evening wore on, the mellowing effects of the Armagnac took hold. M. Dupont spoke less, retreating into his own thoughts and letting his wife carry on most of the conversation. Madame asked many questions of life in America. She had distant relatives there descended from members of the Comte de Rochambeau’s expeditionary force during the American Revolution. I’d heard of Lafayette, but never the Comte.
I asked her about the painting which dominated the far wall of the room. Like Etoile, the man in the painting had been staring at me for the past hour.
I didn’t recognize the instrument
“Is it a cello, Madame?”
“Non, c’est une viol. Une Viola da Gamba,” she said, then fired off a quick inquiry to her husband that I couldn’t follow at all. M. Dumont, waved his hand in refusal, shaking his head from side to side. Madame persisted in what I now realized was a request to play. Her final entreaty, “mon Cher Henri,” cracked his resolve. He departed but soon returned in ebullient spirits with a large musical case from which he drew a honey-colored stringed instrument. I could smell the ancient varnish and rosin as he prepared the large bow.
M. Dupont set the Viol between his calves and began to play…
I listened enraptured as M. Dupont, gave himself over to his playing. The rich, resonant tones at once deep and in the next stroke of the bow light and dancing. It was a kind of music I’d never heard before, ancient and ethereal, but something about it seemed so familiar.
M. Dupont, completely transported by his playing continued without interruption for half an hour. When he finished, Madame gazed at her husband with eyes shining in a way that made her intentions plain. It was time for me to retire.
30 May 1918 No. 24 Squadron Conteville, France
I woke at dawn to find Etoile laying sphinxlike on my chest, staring at me. Walking the grounds in the morning light, I realized how lucky I’d been last night. The Dupont home was at one end of a small clearing in the Bois de Puiberaut.
After a light breakfast and a farewell to Madame, M. Dupont drove me to the No. 2 ASD at Rang du Fliers, where the CO arranged a detail to take charge of the Brisfit. Major Robeson dispatched the 24 squadron Crossley and by 10.30 I’d arrived at my new home.
Conteville was very different from the shell ravaged pasture I’d known during my brief stay here in March with 84 Squadron. Bessonneaux hangers and Nissen huts now lined three adjoining airfields occupied by No. 24, 49 and 41 squadrons. A stroke of luck having 41 here with Beery Bowman as CO.
Busy day. Robeson gave me the tour then we set down to discuss the specifics of the squadron. Much like Major Blomfield would, he used his cane to point out landmarks or items. I carried my vitus with me, which drew some looks.
Afternoon flight with B-Flight Commander, Captain Cyril Lowe. Officially logged as ‘Showing Major Winningstad the lines.’ Before the war, Lowe played for England, winning the 1914 Five Nations Rugby Championship.
A familiar face here in 24 Squadron from my time with 84 - George Owen Johnson, C-Flight Commander. A good man who I helped train and will know how I want things done.
31 May 1918 No. 24 Squadron Conteville, France
AM Orientation flight. Lunch at 22nd Wing HQ in Bertangles with Colonel T.A.E. Cairnes, DSO, my Wing Commander to be. He’d been out since early 1915, first as an observer with No 16, then later as a pilot with 27 Squadron. When Colonel Rees was wounded during his VC action, it was Col Cairnes who succeeded him as CO of No. 32 Squadron.
He was very direct, which I appreciated.
“Your mind is set on acting as a flying CO?” he asked.
“It is, sir.”
“Very well. When in command, Winningstad, command. But remember to listen as well, most especially to your Flight commanders and senior NCOs.”
1 June 1918 No. 24 Squadron Conteville, France
Another morning flight “Showing Major Winningstad the lines.” This time I flew with Southey. Conteville is well behind the front. Only 10 miles from Abbeville. It's 30 miles as the crow flies to the lines at Arras and Villers-Bretonneux. We’ll need to watch our fuel very carefully when we operate East of Amiens.
Remainder of the day I spent with Robeson dealing with administrative matters.
Tonight was Major Robeson’s farewell party. Lt. H.R. South, our newly arrived Equipment Officer, certainly found his calling as Mess President. The fare rivaled anything I had in 56 Squadron. The celebration was a heartfelt if sedate affair by RFC standards. It was clear that Robeson had the respect of one and all. Their affection too. As the party went on, things got a bit livelier but stayed well short of a bust up. Robeson pulled me aside.
“Been a long time since the lads had a real go,” he said with a wink. “When the time’s right, a binge might be just the thing…”
24 Squadron was a well-run outfit under Robeson, and I saw little if anything requiring change. The only difference for the pilots was that their new Commanding Officer would fly with them.
Letter from Smokey.
He wrote this just before going up the line, four days ago. All hell is breaking loose down south of the Aisne. The Old Bull and his Marines are in it now. May the Gods protect them.
‘Proud of you.’ He never said that before. Ever. I read the words again and was suddenly afraid. Was this short note, penned in haste, his valedictory?
Carrick - A decent day for the Escadrille then on that balloon defence. Shame Henri couldn't add to his score though.
NR - Another balloon busting mission for Baptiste. It was more stubborn than the previous one but went down eventually. I hope that mechanically traumatised SPAD made it back ok. Then to the afternoon sortie, that Rumpler crew was obviously a good team, the pilot just flys along and the gunner prangs anything that comes near and with very good effect. Baptiste got down, just about, but is now on the wrong side of the lines and wounded. I thought you were going to say he'd done a 'Frank Luke' on the Germans. Let's hope he can get back across.
Fullofit - Haha, 'Balls Kaffee' people think it's a brand name when it's actually the main ingredient. Klaus had a nearly day it seems, very nearly getting several Frenchmen to fall to his guns. Then something seemed to get in the way, stalling, other Fokkers. He got himself one of them so can be satisfied with that. They are quite 'whippy' when stalling those Fokkers they don't give you much warning.
Epower - So Oliver is back in France finally, although he was fortunate the RE8 gave up soon after taking off and not halfway over the channel. Far safer taking the Bristol instead. Well it was until it went dark and rainy. Thank goodness he found somewhere to set it down.
The Duponts seemed a charming couple, a fine meal and drinks and a comfy bed for the night. Even a chest warmer in the shape of Etoile. M Dupont is a fine musician too.
Then onto Conteville and the tour by Robeson is followed by a few familiarisation flights and some advice from 'Smoky'. An old friend is nearby too. Now Oliver is ready to go.
Kevin has indeed enjoyed June as has most of 41 Squadron. 'Beery' has moulded a very good squadron indeed.
"A great deal of an aeroplane could be holed without affecting its ability to fly. Wings and fuselage could be—and often were—pierced in 50 places, missing the occupants by inches (blissfully unaware of how close it had come until they returned to base). Then the sailmaker would carefully cover each hole with a square inch of Irish linen frayed at the edges and with a brushful of dope make our aircraft 'serviceable' again within an hour."
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