Knights of the Sky

Summary Flying north along the road from Lille to bust a German recon balloon, I wave to the foot boys in their muddy trenches. Poor devils. Oh, how they envy me! Off to the left! Can it be? The scoundrel in the red Fokker! My dear chum Bates signaled that his gun was jammed, but that greedy Hun downed him nonetheless. The Fokker is flying east.... Read More