Day after day, the skies over the front were filled with aircraft. The RFC suffered horribly. The outdated BEs and FEs
gay video download, that still made up the majority of the aircraft at their disposal, were no match for
gay video download the Albatros DIII. Another Squadron of Bristol Fighters arrived at the front
gay video download. They, too, learned the hard way. Flying the ‘Biff’ like any other two-seater was to surrender the advantage to
gay video download the enemy. Gradually, other pilots started to follow Phillip’s lead. When flown aggressively, the Bristol was a match for any Hun. The observer’s Lewis guns could protect the tail while the forward firing Vickers could be used to take the fight to the enemy. Phillip shot down a second German, an Albatros this time, and Henry claimed a share of the destruction of another. A Canadian ‘Biff’ pilot on 11 Squadron shot down three enemy planes in a single patrol. The High Command, which had been on the point of withdrawing the BF2 as unsuitable, started to take notice.
48 Squadron’s morale, so severely dented after that first disastrous patrol, recovered quickly once the new tactics were approved
gay video download. The losses slowed rapidly and the ‘Biffs’ were soon giving better than they got. Confidence in the strength of the machine replaced the previous doubts. It was soon apparent that the Bristol could take a lot of punishment and still get you home. Elsewhere, however, the carnage continued. Manfred von Richthofen alone was to shoot down thirty British planes during April 1917; the majority of these were the elderly types, totally outmatched by the Albatros Fighters. The RFC hung on grimly. As always, it was the inexperienced pilots and crews that
gay video download suffered the heaviest casualties. Life expectation for an RFC pilot was a paltry nine days during that bloody month.
April 23rd 1917
It was four o’clock in the afternoon when the telephone call came from 4th Army Head Quarters. An urgent reconnaissance was needed; the advance had stalled near Quincy. Phillip had already flown two patrols that day. He was desperately tired and his head ached abominably from the accumulated strain. When the adjutant called him and asked him to undertake yet another mission, he groaned inwardly.
“Terribly sorry, old chap. ‘B’ Flight have been told off for an evening patrol and yours is
gay video download the only ‘A’ Flight machine ready to go. Go and round-up young Henry and get back here pronto, there’s a good chap. HQ are in a bit of a flap.”
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