Identifier: wingedwarfarehun00bish (find matches)
Title: Winged warfare : hunting the Huns in the air
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Bishop, William Avery, 1894-1956
Subjects: Bishop, William Avery, 1894-1956 Great Britain. Royal Flying Corps World War, 1914-1918 World War, 1914-1918 Fighter pilots
Publisher: London Toronto : Hodder and Stoughton
Contributing Library: ASC - York University Libraries
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the machines we were fly-ing, and turned away quickly. They hadbeen looking for easier prey, and were notvery anxious for battle. We went afterthem, though, and owing to our superiorspeed were able to catch up with them. Intothe middle of them we went, and therefollowed a merry scrap. One of our trio, bysome misfortune, got mixed up in a badposition, as he was not seen again, and musthave been shot down. The other mansguns had both jammed at the beginning ofthe fight, and he was so furious at this badluck that for several minutes he stayed inthe fight, just to bluff the Huns. Then oneof them made it a little nasty for him, andit was necessary to escape. Back to thelines he went, making short dashes of 100yards every now and then, two Huns fol-lowing him all the way, and firing at himas he went, but owing to pure good flyingand clever manoeuvring he was able toavoid even having his machine hit. Then,on looking back from the lines, he saw thefight going on some distance over, and real-
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WINGED WARFARE 273 izing that I was alone in the middle of ithe came back all that way, without eitherof his guns in working order. I referred tothis in an earlier part of my book, and Istill think it one of the bravest deeds I haveever heard of, as he had a hard time gettingback to me, and then also in escaping asecond time. He returned to the aerodrome,landed, had his guns fixed, and immediatelyhastened out again in the hope he would beable to help me. I, for my part, was having the time of mylife. The rattle of my two machine guns wastoo much for the Huns, altogether. Theydid not like it at all. I was above the wholelot of them, the original four having beenjoined by three others now, and they weretrying to separate enough so that one or twoof their number could get to one side, thenclimb up and get on top of me. But themoment one of them would begin to go overto one side I would begin to cHmb, until Iwould point my nose in his direction, and,flying at wonderful speed, shoot across

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