Great Britain. Royal Air Force; World War, 1914-1918 -- Aerial operations
This morning we were up at half-past two o’clock. We got up 8,000 feet,
and awaited the signal to proceed from our leading machine; but the
clouds below us completely blotted out the ground, so we were signalled
to descend. When I had dived through the clouds at 5,000 feet, I
discovered to my surprise what appeared to be another layer of clouds
down below, and no sign of the ground at all. I came lower and lower
with my eyes glued on the altimeter, and still no sign of the ground.
Finally I went through the clouds until I was very low, and then
suddenly I saw a row of trees in front of me, pulled her up, cleared
them, and was lost in the fog or clouds again. I decided that that
place was not good enough, and, not knowing where I was, I flew west by
my compass for about a quarter of an hour and came down very low again.
This time we had more success, and could occasionally see patches of
ground fairly well from about twice the height of a small tree. We
cruised around till we spotted a field, and, after a good examination
of it, landed all right, and found on inquiry, to our great relief,
that we were in France. The observer-officer and I shook hands when we
landed. We returned later in the day when the weather cleared up. I
am not the only one who had a forced landing, but we all came out all
right, I believe.
I was getting some well-earned sleep this afternoon when there came a
knock at the door of my hut, and R. H. W. walked in. He is not far from
me and so motor-cycled over. He stopped to tea, and I showed him round.
We are very hard up for games, so I want you to send me a Ping-Pong
set--wooden or cork bats, and a goodly supply of balls.
* * * * *
[Sidenote: Archies.]
(_To B.C._) I have been putting off writing to you till I can tell you
how I like German Archies. Well, I can tell you now; that is, I can
tell you how I don’t like them if you promise not to show any one else
this letter. Still, perhaps I’d better not; you are such a good little
boy and have only just left school; perhaps one day when you are grown
up I’ll tell you my opinion of Archie.
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