June 30th, 1918

1 KIA, 1 POW

Hudson #11, SQ36

POW Plane destroyed (Pomilio)

scores destroyed railroad (south of drom 17 southern RR) shared with Fuches #17
destroyed railroad south of drome 16
Enemy #6 in a collision

Fuches and myself left our drom and headed toward our target to bomb. The railroad quickly went down and we spent some time over hun land looking for the enemy. Fuches was having some engine trouble and having trouble keeping up. We landed without seeing a single hun plane.

After Fuches mechanic tinkered with his engine we took off again and headed to another railroad to knock down. Fuches have engine trouble again and could not get his plane working again. On my way back toward home I saw a small dot below me. I looked around and saw just a single plane. He started to follow me and then must of looked at his map and realized that he was [close] to an allied drom. ;o) He quickly turned around and I followed him for a short time. We continued this for some time and then we where heading toward each other. I was diving and he has climbing. We were placing bullets in each other and I rolled to the right to turn around and head toward home. I felt like I was pressing my luck. Then our wings touched. The lower left portion of my wing fell off heading toward earth. I was spiraling down and unable to pull out of spin. Hun #6 apparently went down also since I saw "#11 shot down #6." S! Hudson

Fuches #17, SQ36

Railyard near drome #16 shared with Hudson

Roberts #18, SQ76

KIA, Plane destroyed (Hanriot)

Little shorthanded today, so Rowland and I took of and started making our patrols north toward base x and then back down again. First sortie was uneventful, landed without incident. Second sortie: Rowland's plane wouldn't start so he had to bag it for the day. I decided to go lone wolf. I climbed and made about xxxx meters, started scanning; thought I heard air raid sirens. The sirens died down, so I continued scanning for a minute. That's when I noticed a single speck coming from the west. I had turned south towards our factory at base x, so I decided to turn around and investigate the spots. This was at about 10:20, game time. I came across a single gotha, and a single albatross. Right away the albatross started firing at from a distance, that is when I turned right into them. The gotha passed underneath me, and the albatross went overhead. I pulled up hard to the right, I was only catching glimpses of the albatross as he roared by. We started doing a bunch of twists and turns for about 10 or 15 seconds, when out of nowhere, came what I think was a burg, which collided with me. I lost my lower left wing, went into a pretty bad spin. I started working on recovering from my spin, and just as I was gaining ground on it and started to pull out for a landing, the number 2 hun in the albatross got a head shot on me.

Vasconcells #5, US27

Took off with Flint, Dawson and RMC from base and patrolled and patrolled. After a while, Flint veered off to land, with mechanical difficulties. I took charge, and then we patrolled and patrolled and patrolled some more, up the mud and down the mud, into enemy land, back and forth, then back into the land of the noble descendents the the Romans, till we were nearly outta petrol. Landed at base after more than an hour of vain seeking. Dawson and I took off again after a brief break and began a new patrol. This time we took a different route, cleverly planning to spot some hun invaders and make their lives miserable before killing them. Alas, the huns weren't as smart as we were, hadn't been clever enough to think up the plan we did, so we flew around, vainly stretching out necks, looking down and around. Not a sign of a Hun the whole time. Returned to base at the end of two hours, and left my crate with the mechanics, and went looking for a dark eyed Italian wench to take my mind off the boredom. Didn't find one of them, either. Damn, whatta day!

Flint #3, US27

Extreme Mechanical Difficulty. Those three words describe my day pretty well. After repeated attempts to fly and even managing to get into hunland to look for a 2-seater, I finally called it a day at 10:30 game time. I was never able to keep my plane in the air for longer than 15 minutes if even that. Finally I landed her, pulled out my revolver and shot her several times. I then doused her liberally with gasoline and fired a signal flare into her. After watching the lovely #3 Spad burn, I then "borrowed" a tank from a nearby infantry regiment and drove over the charred remains until nothing was left but a fine black powder. I then rolled naked in the ashes, laughing my fool head off until the MPs showed up and hauled me away.

Dawson #5, US27

Took off with Flint, Vascon and RMC looking to find and kill enemy pilots. We lost Flint early and later, RMC to apparent mechanical problems. Patrolled our side of the mud and then crossed over looking for action. Later Vas and I returned to base to refuel and then did another sweep; again with no contact. Landed at base after the game was called.

Rowland #14, Sq76

Roberts and I took off for our CAP patrol shorthanded. We saw no EA and landed to refuel.I was unable to go on the second patrol due to engine problems. Roberts took off on a Lone Wolf patrol, never to return. Roberts will be missed , he was a good pilot and friend.