Book IV by Robert P McAuley

Author:Robert P McAuley [McAuley, Robert P]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Time Travel, world war 1, spad, lockheed, biplane, time machine, amelia earhart, red baron, fighter pilot, navigator, robert p mcauley, triplane, captain eddie rickenbacker, german ww1 air force, fred noonan
Publisher: Robert P. McAuley
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

All was fine in John Brand’s world as he sat at six thousand feet and watched the trenches glide by. Suddenly, red-and-black puffs of antiaircraft artillery started bursting around him. They were pretty shades of black, red and orange but John knew they were packed with deadly explosives that could blow him out of the sky. He started jinking his fighter around to mess up their aim. Well, he thought as it stopped, that seemed to have worked. They quit shooting at me.

Suddenly his instrument panel exploded in a shower of sparks, glass and wood splinters. One of his Vicker’s machine guns was knocked off its mount and his small windshield was blown away. Instinctively he pushed the stick forward and dived.

“What the heck . . .!” he shouted as he looked back over his shoulder, only to see a red Fokker with a white tail peppering his Spad whenever he straightened out. Damn! he thought. No wonder the antiaircraft guns stopped. They didn’t want to shoot down their own guy.

John threw the aircraft around the sky as he looked at the broken gauges. This guy must have circled around and climbed up after I forced him to break off his attack. If there’s good news, he thought, it’s that the engine seems to be okay and so do the controls.

John looked to where he thought Rickenbacker and the group might be, but the sky seemed empty, except for him and the triplane on his tail.

Another burst riddled his right wing, separating some wires as he quickly twisted away, only to see a burst fly over his left wing. This guy is good, he thought as he flipped upside down and dove towards the ground. He was wringing wet as he sat as low as possible, knowing the wood and canvas behind him gave no protection at all.

“Damn! Where’s the group?” he said, looking around as he put the Spad into every twist and turn he could think of. Damn! Not even a cloud in the sky to hide in, he thought as he continued to jink his aircraft every which way. Another burst caught his fighter in the tail. He was shaking when he remembered the words he used to instill confidence in his trainees, You are the best fighter pilot in the world, and in combat if you remember that, you’re more than halfway to beating your opponent.

Suddenly he recalled why he was picked to be here. Hey! This is the only combat I’m going to get in this lifetime, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose to some guy from the past.

He put his hand on the second control stick and, knowing he had to make the guy behind him cocky, flew in a straight line for a millisecond. The enemy sensed his moment, steadied and fired a burst just as John pulled back on the stick, which pushed the speed brake down and out into the wind. Immediately his Spad seemed to stumble in

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