Fokker Scourge? My arse!

Lt. Jager coaxed the Albatros off the ground, already he could see the British aeroplane going around for a second pass and he felt utterly helpless and alone. When he’d landed in the tiny field on the Allied side of the lines he’d turned to wish the agent he was carrying good luck, but already

The Last Roar: Maps

“So, this is it, gentlemen; we are going to war again. And it may be our last hurrah” Commander Lionel Bartlett let his words sink in. There was murmuring amongst the assembled squadron commanders, an air of excitement mixed with trepidation familiar to all from their service in Korea. “This will be our area of

A Fresh Start

Lt. Carruthers watched the little monoplane ahead with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, already it had completed half a turn to port and he knew it would soon be back behind them. He felt a slap on his shoulder and turned to see Captain Downs gesturing, “We’re getting the Hell out of here, boyo”,

Tea and Medals

Thursday 19th August, 1915 F/Sgt. Illingworth, adrenaline and fear coursing through his veins as they were, couldn’t help but smile. Again Lt. Williams had brought the F.B.5 round into a perfect firing position, this time on the unfamiliar little monoplane’s tail, and all the while he could catch Williams’ deep bass singing over the sound

A Scottish Airman foresees his Death

Wednesday 18th August, 1915 “Keep you’re bloody eyes peeled, sergeant!” Captain Flyte strained to see over his shoulder; the Albatros was behind them now, its rear gunner firing at the gunbus. Sgt. Vickers hadn’t even been able to shoot as the German biplane had twisted out of their grasp. “Hell’s bells”, Flyte muttered. He was

Chain of Command

Just a quick post as it’s been a while. One thing I’ve always wanted to try is the Too Fat Lardies’ Chain of Command rules, but I’ve always been put off by the idea of painting figures. The problem is that I am incredibly SLOW at painting, largely because I am so keen to get

First Blood

Thursday 12th August, 1915 Another bang, Ernst Vogel was showered with earth as he pressed himself into the side of the shell hole. He could hear voices, German voices. “You need to run – we’ll cover you!” He carefully peered over the rim of the hole and saw a big Bavarian corporal beckoning him. There

C/1, see them all…

Sunday 1st August, 1915 “What the Hell are these?”, murmured Schafer as he watched the rest of the abteilung coming in to land, “I thought we were getting Roland two-seaters?” Zimmermann sighed, “Evidently there has been a change”. The first aeroplane, an Albatros, had landed and was taxiing to the hangers, the pilot giving a

Meet the Fokkers

Saturday 31st July, 1915 After about half an hour Leutnant Schafer had started to get used to the sensitive controls; when he’d first pulled the stick back when taking off he’d nearly stalled as the Eindecker pitched violently up. He’d pushed the stick forward again instantly and nearly flew into the ground and had to

Gunbus

Friday 30th July, 1915 Flight Sergeant Illingworth peered forward, over the front edge of the observer’s cockpit; the view was amazing. With the engine behind him and no obstructions to the front he had a clear view forward. Behind him, even above the noise of the engine, he could hear Williams singing ‘Guide Me, O!