We ascended to 5,000 feet over Chaulnes by noon- on April 29, 1918.
We met our slow and bulky contact less than 15 minutes later near the frontlines.
The Brits decided they could take us on as we passed into their lines, and so the fight began.
I brought my guns to bear on one chap and shot him dead in the cockpit.
Out in the distance, I noticed some Breguets moving in on our positions. The DFW having already absconded home, we decided to engage them.
The results were less than desirable, as I was sent whirling down to the ground in flames, my wings torn from my body.
