Oho! You lads should've seen the furball I got into earlier today!
I was to take a new pilot up to the front in my Camel (he flew his own 'course). I'd barely gotten of the ground, when a big Cirkus of at least 10 jerry Albatrosses stormed out of the sun! Before I knew it, my poor little wingman was shot down before he knew what hit him! I was certain I'd be crushed like an ant myself, but I wanted to go down in a blaze of glory, so I stayed and fought them off, I managed to shoot down seven of 'em, that's right
SEVEN!!!! And my Camel didn't even get a scratch! After that little triumph, I was out of bullets, so I did a fast landing back at the field and got myself out of there before the jerries wanted revenge.
I mean, 7 claims in one sortie! I'd get the Victoria Cross for sure, as long as the chaps on the base (about 3 km. away) kept their eyes opened).
