Game 2: German Lines, (11/23/17),
Cloudy Skies
The second mission of the day was one
of the historical set up games featured on our Missions page, titled Richtofen’s 63rd Victory.
Lt. Norman Duckworth (SE 5a, Stephen
17/6) and Lt. Richard Porter (SE 5a, Rick 21/3) expected an easy flying day, but with a giant cloudbank seven hundred feet
overhead it wouldn’t hurt to be watchful. Three hundred feet below they spotted two Albatros DV’s and Lt. Porter,
deciding to play it safe, gave the signal for the two Allied planes to make a defensive formation.
Unt. Johann Strauss (Alb DV, Stephen
Dale 3/1) noticed two Allied planes forming up above him and signaled to Otto Kroll (Alb DV, Alice 3/0) to attack. Johann
pulled up 150 feet below the nearest Allied aircraft and squeezed the trigger. Crimson splattered over Lt. Porter’s
goggles; he ripped them off to see a gaping wound in his chest. He coughed hard... then he couldn’t breath,
couldn’t scream and suddenly everything went black. Johann watched victoriously as the SE 5a slammed into the ground
below erupting into a ball of flame.
No sooner had he rejoiced over his victory then another SE 5a began to fire
at him. Otto Kroll knew what to do and began a continuous defensive circle to lessen Lt. Duckworth’s onslaught on Johann.
The altitude passed slowly... 100, 200, 300 and then both Albs climbed into the cloudbank.
Furious, Norman ripped off his goggles.
“Come out,” He screamed, tears streaming down his face, “Come out here and fight!” He watched for
a solid half hour but nothing emerged from the white mass. Reluctantly he headed for home, stealing one last glimpse at the
pile of rubble below. He was going to miss his friend.
Game 3: German Lines, (4/23/18), Mostly
Clear Skies
The third mission was rolled randomly.
"Two rookies going after a balloon aren’t
good odds," figured rookie Brian Meadowlark (SE 5a, Stephen Dale 1/0). He looked over to the rookie beside him (SE 5a,
Rick 1/0), a man he didn’t even know, and crossed his fingers.
Four hundred feet below the two allied
planes two Pfalz DIII’s flown by August Lowenhardt (Alice 7/0) and an unknown rookie (Stephen 1/0) watched carefully.
One SE 5a turned hard to the right and the rookie accelerated to catch up. Unfortunately the young pilot was focused on the
Allied aircraft above him and slammed straight into a hill... he died instantly on impact.
“Great,” thought August,
who opted to stay far behind the two British planes as they closed up on the balloon. The inexperience of the two Allied pilots
showed as pass after pass they failed to inflict any serious damage on the drachen. Then, out of the corner of his
eye, August noticed the Pfalz DIII of Ltn. Nathanial Spadinger (Stephen 1/0) and a wry smile crossed his lips... maybe the
Germans could still make a go of it!
Soon the two German aircraft had caught
up to the Allied planes and the balloon was less than a hundred feet from the ground. But taking no chances the unknown allied
rookie sped towards home leaving Brian by himself. “Thanks a lot” thought Brian, who pressed the throttle down
and attempted to follow his wingman.
Suddenly, an explosion washed through
the air as Meadowlark’s SE 5a blew to pieces, demolished by anti-aircraft fire. When Brian woke up a few moments later
he wandered aimlessly for a moment, stunned to be alive. Then he heard the distinct cock of a German rifle. He raised his
hands in the air and was wrestled to the ground. He would remain a prisoner for the duration.
Game 4: German Lines (10/23/18) Mostly
Clear Skies
The fourth and final game was rolled
randomly.
Ltn. Walter Strahle (Pfalz DXII, Stephen
25/5) told Unt. Johann Strauss (Alb DVa, Stephen Dale 4/1) that this mission would be a test of patience. During the flight
Johann found out he was right. Their assignment was to destroy a floating pontoon bridge, nothing else. However, the situation
made Johann salivate because the sky was decorated with a balloon and two Sopwith Camels flown by Lnt. Christopher Ridley-Scott
(Rick, 6/2) and an unknown rookie (Evan, 1/0).
As Johann surveyed the situation he looked
over at Ltn. Strahle who authoritatively pointed down towards their target. Johann obeyed but the mission seemed repetitive,
as pass after pass at the bridge seemed to produce nothing and it was hard to hit with any accuracy. Suddenly an explosion
rippled underneath the bridge and it slowly began to sink. He looked towards Walter for a moment, and then he felt several
slugs slam into his engine - the anti-aircraft fire had done its job.
In a panic Johann headed for home but
the Camels swooped in, trying for an easy kill. For a brief moment Johann looked up to see Walter’s Pfalz dancing through
sky, firing round after round into both Allied aircraft. Soon Johann spotted German lines and franticly began working the
controls to try and land his crippled airplane. He looked up but it was to late... he had accidentally dove towards the ground.
Yanking
the stick backwards he felt the wheels shatter on impact and the propeller snapped off, flying over his head. When the dust
cleared he looked up and saw Walter fly past shaking his head. The ace had not abandoned him despite the threat of two nearby
Camels. “Oh well,” Johann thought as he crawled from the wreckage to be escorted home by German
troops, “at least I’m still alive.”