Yet the fact that the Allied airmen kept the air at all in the early
days proved on which side personal superiority lay, for they were
outnumbered, out-manœuvred, and faced by better material than any that
they themselves possessed; yet they won their fights or died. The
stories of their deeds are endless; Bishop, flying alone and meeting
seven German machines and crashing four; the battle of May 5th, 1915,
when five heroes fought and conquered twenty-seven German machines,
ranging in altitude, between 12,000 and 3,000 feet, and continuing the
extraordinary struggle from five until six in the evening. Captain
Aizlewood, attacking five enemy machines with such reckless speed that
he rammed one and still reached his aerodrome safely--these are items
in a long list of feats of which the character can only be realised
when it is fully comprehended that the British Air Service accounted
for some 8,000 enemy machines in the course of the War. Among the
French there was Captain Guynemer, who at the time of his death had
brought down fifty-four enemy machines, in addition to many others of
which the destruction could not be officially confirmed. There was
Fonck, who brought down six machines in one day, four of them within
two minutes.
There are incredible stories, true as incredible, of shattered men
carrying on with their work in absolute disregard of physical injury.
Major Brabazon Rees, V.C., engaged a big German battleplane in
September of 1915 and, single-handed, forced his enemy out of action.
Later in his career, with a serious wound in the thigh from which
blood was pouring, he kept up a fight with an enemy formation until he
had not a round of ammunition left, and then returned to his aerodrome
to get his wound dressed. Lieutenants Otley and Dunning, flying in
the Balkans, engaged a couple of enemy machines and drove them off,
but not until their petrol tank had got a hole in it and Dunning was
dangerously wounded in the leg. Otley improvised a tourniquet, passed
it to Dunning, and, when the latter had bandaged himself, changed from
the observer’s to the pilot’s seat, plugged the bullet hole in the tank
with his thumb and steered the machine home.
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