It was a cold and windy night and the the wind howled and moaned through the barbed wire and detrius of no man's land. Lookouts shivered in their dark damp trenches and eagerly awaited the dawn. In the midst of the moaning wind clanking noises began to be heard along with what sounded like the throbbing of engines. Fearful of a new kind of assault. HQ ordered a dawn patrol up to investigate. The recce plane begins to quarter the front lines but despite straining to see using binoculars, nothing is seen. Then out of the west they finally see:--
The Observer, looks incredulous! What are they he wonders. They look like steel cockroaches.
Before he can take any photos he finds that he has a Spad on his six.
He hastily returns fire as lead fingers reach out to embrace him.
His lifeless body falls back into the cockpit as the Frenchman pounds the plane,
again
and again
and again
The pilot crashes his plane and the fight is over.
The German plane flown by Windy Jack does not return to base to report the pending attack.
Fortunately for the Germans, the French like the British have not got the resources to follow up
on any break through movements so the war will drag on.
The Spad pilot in his Spider adorned aircraft shot down the Rumpler quickly before the alarm could
be raised. With a dead gunner in a slower plane the German had no chance but that is war n'est-ce pas?
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