OTTTEY Mission 16 Prelude to ARRAS.
RFC
2nd Lt Pip Hall Tripe
Lt Grimm Spad
Sgt Reaper Spad Yellow
Central powers
Ltn J Just Halb
Ltn H Hartmam MVR
Ltn H Lex Blue
Ltn M Kahle Strip tail
Vzfwbl A Luer No1
Obltn S Smitt Yellow body
"So Reaper how many hours on Spads?" he CO asked
"12 Sir" He replied
" And you Grimm?"
"None on Spads sir, but 15 on DH2s"
The CO sighed How could you hope to win the war in the air when you the pilots were so inexperienced.
"Right then , get your flying gear together and report to Ltn Hall " He saluted and turned towards his office.
Hall looked at the rookies, fresh faced and eager to please.
" A couple of sorties will take the edge off them" he thought.
The engines ticked over in the background as Pip Hall called the rookies over to him.
"Right listen up chaps, the rules are simple, we are going over the lines .you follow me and if we have the misfortune to spot or be spotted by the Hun we head for our lines and home. Understand, Red flare run "
The rookies nodded. Grimm looked at the Spad and wondered how different it could be to the DH2 he was trained on. He was about to find out.
Hall watched as Grimm struggled to keep the Spad in formation. Reaper on the other hand seemed more confident and was keeping pace with Halls long turns and sharp banking maneuvers .Looking down Pip saw the small town of Pontivy below him. That was the limit of today's foray. Signaling a left turn to his wingmen he commenced a lazy turn.
Then they were there, 6 of them bearing down from directly ahead.
Hall fumbled for his Very pistol loaded the red flare and fired.
The enemy scouts pounced on the RFC planes like a cat on a wounded sparrow.
Reapers Spad was the first to be hit ,smoke erupting from the forward fuselage (4+smoke)
Pip felt the rounds from a second Albatros hit his Tripe (4,0) A short burst at the flight leader struck home before the Lewis stopped abruptly (2+GJ)
Hall felt the rush of air beneath him as Hartmans plane came perilously close to colliding with him, it did however block Justs LOS . A hot blast of air further rocked he Tripe looking to his left he saw the sheet of flames that once was Grimms Spad falling earth. (XP)
A second burst from Hartman tears into the spars and wires of Halls plane. Ahead he could see Reaper, smoke trailing from his engine. Knowing the Spads had a speed advantage and hoping that Reaper would follow his orders Pip Hall threw his plane into a steep right turn hoping to break up the hunters from their prey. It was a noble gesture, worthy of the high ideals and values the RFC encouraged, but it was futile. Pip saw the flames from his severed petrol pipes and felt the thud in his back as the bullet hit him. His vision began to blurr as he drifted into unconsciousness as the Tripe dipped its nose gracefully toward the river. (2+Fire, 3+pilot)
The second flight under Obltn Smitt began to move towards the fleeing RFC plane.
Reaper could see a cloud bank above him and started to climb for it, his engine screaming under the strain of a full throttle .
Looking around the first flight of Germans were some distance behind him. The second flight were obscured by cloud
. A flash of yellow caught his eye as Smitt dropped quietly behind him. The next Reaper remembered was coming to, blood trickling down his forehead clouding his vision (3+pilot)
Then darkness (5+pilot)
Back at the aerodrome the mood was solemn. 4 hours overdue could mean many things , but with a flight of rookies and the buzz on the telephone lines reporting increased Hun scout patrols the outcome was looking more desperate by the hour. The Co rang the mess bell.
"Gather round chaps, I've got some news of Pip Halls flight " His voice trailed off.
Result
RFC
2nd Lt Pip Hall Tripe SD/W/ONFire /ET
Lt Grimm Spad XP/ET
Sgt Reaper Spad Yellow. Killed and shot down.
Central Powers
All planes RTB Total damage 2pts!!!
Mark that one down as a disaster. After 4 moves not turns I was 2 planes down. Not a sniff of a 0 or gun jam for them and a total of 3 pilot hit cards and a boom to boot. It was all over by turn 3 so this has got to be one of the shortest and bloodiest I have flown in years.
An horribly realistic scenario John but happy, if that's the right word,I played it.
If you could check the wreckage please Dave to see if anyone crawled out .
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