1915 Fokker Scourge (British Ace Book 2) by Griff Hosker

Author:Griff Hosker [Hosker, Griff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sword Books Ltd
Published: 2014-07-06T00:00:00+00:00

Your big sister,

Sarah.

xxx

So I was to be an uncle. It felt good and I re-read the letter a few times. When I read the others I saw the different sides to things. Our Kath was a little put out by Sarah’s attitude and I could see that she saw herself as something a little better now. She felt she had done well to marry into the middle class and was the wife of a vicar. I don’t know what my brothers would have thought of that!

Mum’s letter was stained with what I assumed were tears. In the letter itself she was putting a brave face on things but I could tell that the empty house was eating into her. From her letter I discovered that Dad had finally retired but his lordship had allowed them to live in the cottage. She was more upset about Bert. She thought her little lad was too young to go to war. She was probably right. She never mentioned Alice and the problems there. She was probably protecting me.

Gordy was even happier than I was. From the moon struck face and the way he kept re reading the letter I assumed it reciprocated his feelings for the widow Mary. We did not know when we would be granted a leave but one thing was certain, Gordy and I would not be on leave together this time. Major Leach had decided that we needed at least three of the flight commanders on the base at all times. When we were granted a leave then it would be in rotation. I had asked for January so that I could be there for the baby. It looked likely that I would be granted it.

The rain gave us respite for another few days and then winter hit. It was heralded by icy winds from the east and then a chilling cold. It meant we could fly once more but we flew in icy conditions. If you forgot your gloves then you could lose fingers. Using the Lewis gun was a nightmare.

I made sure that Lumpy understood the conditions in which we would be flying. I didn’t want to lose him to frostbite. We flew half squadrons. It was safer as we reduced wear and tear on aeroplanes and crews. Out first patrol was largely uneventful. The Loos and Ypres sector seemed to have quietened down. I had heard that we were running out of shells; what the German reason was I had no idea. However I had learned to be suspicious of such things. The Germans were meticulous planners and did nothing without a damned good reason.

The Rolls Royce engine still purred, no matter what the temperature but I was glad for the fur waistcoat and good leather coat I had recently bought. My ears, despite the flying helmet, were still cold. I had misplaced my balaclava. Perhaps if I asked my mother she would knit me another one.

Lumpy was well prepared. He had so many jumpers, gloves and helmets on that he barely fitted in the cockpit.

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