Boy, you know, for some reason the adventures from OFF is more worthy to tell about than from other fligthsims.
Yesterday, I took on myself one of the genuine suicide missions: Balloon busting.
So I took of from Saint-Pol-sur-Mer in my Nieuport 17, flying from RNAS-8.
I went to a high altitude, coming over the front, I could see the yellow gas monster far below me, on the other side of the front (Naturally). I thought I'd do it fast and painfree, didn't want to linger in the area. I went down in a mighty dive. Just when I thought "Boy I'm lucky there is no escort flights in the area" I saw a big group of Albatroses dive out of the sun. Bummer, I thought, but I went on. I got about 2000 meters from the balloon when I commenced fireing, and down it went. Then I turned like a rocket towards my own lines. I tried to get some altitude so the Jerries on the ground wouldn't get a new target to practice on. As I went over the first line of the British trenches, I could here gunfireing behind me. Sure enough, one of the Jerry pilots (probably a rookie) had chased me back to my own lines, on an altitude not more than 3000 meters. Not a very wise decision, I'm sure you'd agree. So, to make a long story short, I shot him in flames, and the Tommies at the Somme had at least something to talk about before the night of terror could begin. When I came back to base, I filed in my claims (one balloon, one Albatros). The HomeOffice said that they'd process the claim about the airplane, but apparently noone from the division had seen me take down the balloon, so they had to deny that one
