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  “Well we have all learned a lesson. Tomorrow morning we hold a parade and Captain Marshall here will check every man on the base. We lost two good men because of this spy. It could have been worse. We nipped his antics in the bud. He might have used more metal in the fuel and killed many more good men than he did. Well done Bill. You have saved a trial and a firing squad.”

  It had been some time since I had seen the face of someone I had killed. As I returned to my quarters I decided to have a whisky to help me get to sleep.

  Chapter 5

  Poor Sergeant Wilson was a broken man. A career soldier he normally followed the King’s Regulations to the letter. Tommy Devlin had been very clever. He had obviously been sent by the Germans as soon as the squadron left for Ypres. It was a skeleton garrison we had left and there was no officer there. It was mainly stores staff and a few guards. They were more than happy to have an extra pair of hands. It helped that he was a popular soldier who pitched in with anything and everything. He seemed very curious and happy to listen to the stories of the squadrons and the pilots. It helped him to blend in. Once the squadron returned he volunteered for the night duty saying that he disliked the sun. We found his pockets filled with metal filings and pieces of metal. He had helped the armourers out by sweeping their workshops. Until we discovered his true vocation there was not a more popular soldier on the base.

  We examined his quarters and found nothing at first then Randolph noticed the one of the floor boards was not as tight as the ones around it and when it was prised up we found his German identification. It was obviously there in case he was captured by the Germans. The code book was useful but Headquarters had other copies of it. All of his belongings were gathered together as evidence which might help other squadrons.

  Archie was summoned to Amiens where he briefed the other squadron commanders. The trick could have been repeated almost anywhere. As soon as investigations began four other spies were discovered, three of whom fled before they could be apprehended. They were all members of the IRA and had been enlisted by the Imperial High Command. They had exploited the unrest after the Easter Rising of 1916. In late August and early September military police were drafted in to every airfield to oversee security. It was difficult at first but we lived with it. Any one of us could have died at the hands of the saboteur.

  When Archie returned it was also with new orders. We were to clear the Germans from the skies. It was a tall order but something of a relief. Dealing with spies and saboteurs was not usual. Fighting high above the skies was. Archie also brought us news of new developments for our buses. Some squadrons had been issued with oxygen to enable them to fly higher. At the moment it was limited to bomber crews but eventually we would have the ability to fly to our ceiling. We could reach almost twenty thousand feet!

  Johnny was keen to fly again. I had been tempted to ask for him to be my tail end Charlie but that would not be fair on Freddie. I decided to persevere with Jack Fall. The night before our first flight I took him for a walk around the aeroplane park. I noticed the increased security. It felt reassuring.

  “I am leaving you as the last aeroplane in the flight because I have faith in you. But you have to concentrate. You must watch in your mirror and make sure we are not jumped. You must watch what I do. I realise I am four aeroplanes up from you but you have to do it. If Mr Jenkin decides to be an Australian and go walkabout again you have to ignore him. You are there to protect the flight and not Mr Jenkin.”

  “He won’t do that again. He has promised me.”

  “Well I will take that statement with a pinch of salt. I hope he means it because we need every pilot we can get at the front. All of you are more valuable now for you have survived your first flight over the German lines. Every time you land your value goes up.”

  “Really sir? We are valuable?”

  I put my arm around his shoulder, “Of course you are and you will be a good pilot. I am confident in that.”

  The one order I did not like was the one which separated the two halves of the squadron. Archie was less than happy too but he had to follow the orders. The Bristols would fly one sector and the Camels another. The Bristol had been a good fighter in its day but the new Germans buses could fly rings around the old two seater. I forced the thought of my friends dying from my mind and we ascended to our sector and flew east looking for Germans.

  I glanced in my mirror and saw that my flight was keeping formation. I would soon have a stiff neck watching out for the troublesome George Jenkin. I knew that I could have him transferred but that seemed like admitting defeat to me. He had the makings of a good pilot but I needed to change his attitude. Aerial combat needs complete concentration and I forced myself to look to the east. Our mission was to eliminate the threat of the Jasta. To do so meant flying over their lines. I knew the inherent dangers in this. We would have less time to fight them and the Triplane, which we assumed had a shorter endurance, would not flee as fast. I hoped my young pilots were up to it.

  I glanced to port. Freddie and his flight were on station. They were my ace in the hole for they represented the best combat pilots we had. I could rely on them. I saw Freddie wave forward and I saw the black dots climbing to meet us. I frowned as I waggled my wings to let my flight know we were about to go into action. We were barely over the German lines and yet the German aeroplanes were closing with us. They must have airfields which were closer to the front than they had been.

  I cocked my Vickers and kept flying at the same altitude. Height was precious and you did not lose it until you had to. We would maintain our position. I had learned that timing was all. Sometimes fortune smiles on you for no reason. On that morning a sudden shaft of sunlight picked out the ascending flight. They were a rainbow of colours. It was the Flying Circus. I had the greenest of pilots to face the best that the Germans possessed. I had to get my flight back to safety as soon as possible. I knew that Freddie would have recognised the livery and would react accordingly but I had no way of telling my flight of the danger. They would be excited to be finally facing the Germans.

  We had closed to within a mile or so. They were climbing in their normal formation and I would have to endure the fire of five aeroplanes. I decided to climb a little. It might confuse the Hun but, more importantly it would allow us to sweep from the north and then turn west. It would also burn up valuable German fuel. Almost all of the Germans were the new Fokker Triplane. I saw, in my mirror, that some of my aeroplanes were a little slow to react to my formation change. It made me level out a little sooner than I wanted. I banked to starboard and started to descend.

  I was closing with Fritz at a combined speed of over two hundred miles an hour. At that speed you have less than a couple of seconds to fire and hit your target. My dive was shallow. I saw the German guns as they spat flames. I had learned to ignore them. You could not worry about them hitting you. You prayed that they would not. I waiting until the Fokker was in my sights and I pulled my triggers. It was a small target and only in my sights for a second but I hit him and then he was gone. I pulled up my nose and was rewarded with the sight of the underbelly of a bright green and yellow Albatros. I fired a short burst. This time I knew that I had hit it for it began to peel away. Then I felt the judder of bullets hitting my fuselage. I kept climbing. If we could regain height then we might still have an advantage. Looking in my mirror I saw that the Jasta had disrupted our formation. There were just Fall and Clayson behind me now and they were no longer tight to me.

  The air was filled with aeroplanes. It was a confused and chaotic melee. I looked ahead and saw clear sky. My compass told me that I was heading south. I banked to starboard. The red Triplane appeared from nowhere. I had to pull hard on the stick to avoid a collision and we passed within the width of a wing. I was so close that I saw the pilot’s face. It was the Red Baron. He cheekily waved at me as he recognised me too and then he was gone.

  I saw Jenkin and Hazell below me. They had lost the precious altitude and three Fokkers w
ere chasing them. They were jinking across the front as they tried to evade the deadly twin machine guns. I dived down to go to their aid. Lieutenants Clayson and Fall followed me. The Camel is so responsive that we began to close rapidly with the three Hun who were now two thousand feet below me. I saw Lieutenant Hazell’s bus judder and begin to smoke as he was hit by the Huns’ guns. I was too far away to fire. I saw Jenkin as he started to climb. I prayed that Nat would not try to emulate him. His rudder was a mess. One of the triplanes climbed after Jenkin.

  The smoke was now pouring from the Camel. At a thousand yards, as I saw the tiny target of the blue and yellow triplane cross my sights, I fired a hopeful burst. As luck would have it, my bullets arced above him. Although I did not hit him it warned him of my presence and he pulled his nose up a little. It gave Lieutenant Hazell some respite. I heard Roger Clayson’s guns as he fired at the rear of the two Fokkers we followed. I fired a second burst and the Fokker’s new flight path took him across the twin lines of tracer. I saw the bullets thump into his rudder. It clearly affected his control and he began to edge east. I fired another burst which, although it missed, encouraged him to depart. His wingman left with him.

  Lieutenant Hazell was in trouble. I waved to Clayson and Fall to follow him while I scanned the skies for Jenkin. I knew that I would not have long to search for him. I was running out of fuel but I could not abandon him. I banked to port and saw the two of them. Jenkin was heading east! He was flying towards the German airfield. All that I could think was that he had forgotten to look at his compass. I was still above them and I dived to intercept. The Fokker was closing inexorably with my young pilot. Jenkin was doing all that he could to shake both the German and his aim. Bullets were still striking his Camel. I saw pieces of his undercarriage fall to the ground as they were hit. I came at the Fokker obliquely and it gave me a longer shot. I fired three bursts as I closed with him. One of them hit his bus close to his middle wing. I saw the Fokker wobble in the air. I fired a longer burst. My guns clicked empty but I saw a small plume of smoke come from his engine.

  Lieutenant Jenkin must have realised he was flying the wrong way for he pulled hard to the right and the German kept going east. As I banked I saw the German pilot wave his arm at me. He must have realised that I was out of bullets for he had been at my mercy.

  As I headed west I watched the erratic course the lieutenant was flying. His controls had been damaged. My bus was also feeling the effects of the combat. The holes in my wings were making it more sluggish. As soon as I saw the field, in the distance, I fired the Very pistol. The ground crews would be ready for the Camel. I knew that the undercarriage on Jenkin’s bus was gone already. This would not be a pretty landing. I watched as the lieutenant fought to keep the Camel on as straight a line as he could. He was showing me now what a good pilot he was. The Camel was not a forgiving mistress. As I circled the field I saw Doc Brennan and his staff as they dealt with the other casualties. Then I watched as the stricken Camel bumped down. The damaged wheels collapsed as soon as they hit the grass. Jenkin was lucky. His tail hit the ground first. The damage he had received meant that it swung the aeroplane around and then the tail detached. It stopped him cart wheeling but it made him spin until the propeller dug into the ground and he stopped.

  I banked and began my approach. I had to avoid his Camel which was in the middle of the runway. I hoped I did not catch a hole on the little used left side of the field or I too would have a written off Camel. God favoured me that day and, although it was not a smooth landing I came to a rest with the bus intact and I was able to climb down to the grass safely.

  I took out my pipe as soon as I landed. It had been a lucky encounter but, as I counted the aeroplanes which had landed already I saw that we had been hurt. I saw Nat Hazell being carried off on a stretcher and the mechanics shaking their heads at the state of his Camel. Others were trying to cut Jenkin free from his almost destroyed Camel. I got my pipe going before I walked over. It helped to calm me. Archie was striding down from the office. I saw Freddie and his flight as they began to land. I saw that Lieutenant Carpenter was missing. Freddie and his men would need all their skills to land successfully until the field had been cleared.

  Archie reached me, “Problems laddie?”

  I nodded, “We ran into the flying circus. It was the Red Baron himself. We managed to wing a couple of them but they made a mess of the young lads.”

  “That’s all we needed. Still it could have been worse. If they had jumped the Bristols then it might have been a disaster.”

  I allowed myself a wry smile, Archie was definitely seeing the glass half full if he thought that there was anything good to be gleaned from this encounter.

  With Lieutenant Jenkin on a stretcher the mechanics and riggers began to move the two damaged aeroplanes. In the distance we heard the throb of the Bristols as they returned. As they did so Freddie and his flight landed. We watched Freddie and his men taxi and then park up their buses. I counted the Bristols. They looked to be intact. Although, as they began to land we saw that they too had run into trouble. September had started badly.

  Freddie came over to join us. “What happened to Carpenter?” I knew that Freddie would not be happy to have lost a pilot.

  “He was forced down behind our lines. He walked away from the bus but I think it is a write off. Mr Lowery and his scavengers might be able to rescue some of the bits but…”

  “Did we get any? I was too busy to see if we actually managed to shoot any down.”

  “I am not certain. It was confused up there. I think we damaged four or five of theirs but I didn’t see any crash.”

  Archie nodded, “Honours even then.”

  “More like advantage Hun, I think sir.”

  “No, Bill. You went up against the most formidable Jasta the Germans possess and we got all of our pilots back. You had young pilots out there. They will be better next time.”

  “He is right sir, your young lads, Lieutenant Fall and Roger Clayson did exactly what you asked and they followed you remarkably well. I think the colonel is right. We have positives to take from this.”

  I was not so certain but I began to see that they might be right. Senior Flight Sergeant Lowery reported. “Sir, two of your flight will need a week of repairs to be airworthy. One is a write off.”

  “Make that two, Flight Sergeant. You will need to take a lorry and collect the remains of Lieutenant Carpenter’s bus. It is three miles east of here.”

  “Sir.” He looked at the Bristols which coughed and wheezed their way along the grass. “And God knows how many of these will need work, sir.”

  Archie smiled, “Do your best, Flight. That is all that we can ask.”

  As we walked to Randolph’s office to report Ted and Gordy told us how they had been jumped by a Jasta. “We were outnumbered three to one. “We had to use the old Lufbery Circle.” Gordy chuckled, “I am not certain that the German pilots had ever seen it before. It worked.”

  “Did you knock any down?”

  “Damaged a few but we were just glad to get out alive.” Ted pointed to the damaged Camels which were being taken to the hangar. “It looks like you ran into a meat grinder.”

  “The Red Baron and his Flying Circus!”

  “That is all we need. I kept hoping he would be up around Ypres.”

  We had reached the office and we sat around the table while Archie poured us a whisky each. “I think he will stay in this sector as he can have a go at the French as well as us. There is more glory for him.”

  “You met him, didn’t you Bill?”

  I downed my whisky and poured a second, “Aye and the others: his brother Lothar and Werner Voss. They are both almost as good as the Red Baron.” I shrugged, “The thing is only the best get into the Flying Circus.”

  Randolph nodded, “Sort of like the German first fifteen.”

  “A good analogy, Randolph and we are going up against him with the best fourth formers we have. It is boys against men.”<
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  Archie must have sensed the air of depression which had descended. He banged his hand on the table. “Right go and get cleaned up and put this from your mind. Tomorrow is another day. I will go up with you tomorrow and we will fly as one squadron. Damn the General. We will not spread ourselves too thinly in the future. I want us to have a fighting chance.”

  Surprisingly that little pep talk seemed to work and I went for the bath I knew Bates would have drawn feeling better. My spirits rose even higher when he greeted me with a bundle of letters. “We have mail sir!”

  That was always a reason for optimism. A letter from home was better than anything for raising spirits.

  Chapter 6

  When I returned to my room after my bath Bates had put a glass of whisky next to my bed. “I will see you are not disturbed, sir.” Bates knew the value of the letters. As the door closed I sipped the whisky and picked up the envelopes. There were four letters. I rearranged the orders. I would read Lumpy’s first then my mothers, Alice’s next and I would save the most precious one for the end. Beattie was my fiancée and I saved hers for last to savour. I had been the same with the Sunday roasts my mother cooked when I was a child. The roast potatoes and the meat were left until last as a special treat.

  Stockton August 1917

  Dear Major Harsker,

  Just a quick letter to tell you how proud I was to read of your promotion and your VC. No one deserves them more than you. I feel privileged to have served with you. The lads in the pub wouldn’t let me buy a drink when they heard of the medal. They have never met you but they have heard all about you from me and Jack’s widow. To them you are a hero because you come from the same background as they do. You are an ordinary bloke to them.

  The wife and I pray that this war will be over soon so that you can all come home. We see too many women in widow’s weeds and there are too many bairns without dads.