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9-15th January 1917 Sergeant R. C. "Beau" Gray Droglandt, Flanders No.46 Squadron, RFC 0 claims, 0 confirmed The second week of the month had been as uneventful as the two prior ones. While the majority of Forty Six felt at the very least relieved that the weather was cutting them some slack, Beau's energetic nature couldn't help itself but fill the young hothead's head with disappointment. Unfortunately for him (or luckily, one could say...) the other pilots of the Squadron were mostly well into their late twenties and early thirties; their maturity and, clearly, superior experience near the frontlines were surely to blame for the cheery attitude that resonated within the barracks in Droglandt thanks to the poor weather. Beau believed the cameraderie within Forty Six was lackluster, to say the least: the only person he had grown to like was his observer, captain Wilson Bates. He was a 26 years old exuberant lad from Thetford, where he was pursuing an apprenticeship in his father's workshop before the war had started. He enlisted in the infantry in 1914 but was hit by shrapnel July 1915 and was later deemed unfit for the army due to partial damage of his left leg; he therefore opted to enlist in the Royal Flying Corps as an observer, role he retained from the middle of 1915 reaching the rank of Captain. They shared many interests (namely music and liquor among them) and their personalities appeared to amalgamate rather nicely, to the very least compared to Beau's relationship with his squadron mates. They deemed him immature, short fused and an unpredictable flyer (both in the good and in the bad) and more often than not preferred not to fly with him; Gray was fine with it as he preferred to have full capacity over how he would execute his tasks, and many flied lone wolves anyways. "Y'know, Bates, you're the only c**t I can stand in this nest of old roaches." R.C. Gray to W.H. Bates while practicing gunnery, December 1916. One of their favourite hobbies, there at Droglandt, was practicing their marksmanship. Bates was able to keep his old SMLE from his infantry days, and Beau had managed to snatch a Winchester 1907 from one of the barracks - He was sure they'd notice it eventually but nobody ever spoke about it, so he decided to keep it. Being two handy men with way too much time on their hands due to the frequent poor weather they built a small rifle range a few yards from the barracks. There they would spend most of their free days drinking, smoking and listening to classical music over vinyls, not to much amusement of their CO, Major Mealing. Unfortunately the range was inoperable due to the few feet of snow that had fallen in the past days, and the only activity Beau could keep himself busy with was tinkering with his crate. He wasn't a fan of French built machines, deeming them more frail, unpredictable and twitchy compared to the rugged English workhorses, and the only superior thing about the Nieuport was the observer's position behind the pilot. He cleaned the engine cowling and oiled up the pistons, challanged Wilson to disassemble the Lewis machine gun as fast as possible, went over the rigging and installed a holder on the right side of his cockpit for his Winchester. They attempted to get a truck and visit some of the local towns but the snow was way too thick; so much so that the battles on the ground had been on hold for quite a few days as well. The one thing that kept Beau sane since the beginning of December were the letters he recieved ever so often from his lover, Liza. They had been sweethearts since the day they met and were already considering an engagement when Beau enlisted in October. It was now the 15th January and, much to his surprise, nothing had come of his supposed transfer to Fifty Four yet. Beau's Winchester Their homemade rifle range

Catching up Good evening everyone! It's been some time, huh? I think it's almost 7 months since my last post on this thread. I'll admit, being busy, many things to do, actually a bit of being burnt out made it so that I wouldn't really keep on flying that often. Since the New Year I've felt the desire to, at the very least, catch up. So, Feldwebel Dziarzowitz persevered in his recoinnessance sorties in the Flanders steadily throughout most summer. He was promoted to Leutnant on 19th May 1916 and to Oberleutnant on 21st July. In the morning of the 3rd August he, along with another pilot of his squadron, took off blissful of the fact that would be his last flight. His camera was in for lens repair, therefore they were forced to fly relatively low in order to take decent enough notes. As they were on their way back, a flight of what appeared to be British Nieuports (16, I would assume?) jumped on them from the clouds above. Ailbe managed to get a sufficient distance from the hostile scouts but he noticed his wingman was having a rougher time. So he decided to turn around and go help his Kamerad. He was, in fact, successful, managing to disperse the flight and to convince one of the Englishment to reach for his line after a few bullet holes. He lost sight of his wingman, therefore deciding to head back to his field. As he was circling for landing he realized a Nieuport was still hovering above him; he saw it dive. He was ready to fight, it wasn't the first time he had faced an enemy scout. The English pilot, though, didn't appear to be very experienced as his steep dive supposedly made him lose control of his aircraft. As Ailbe turned his head on his 6 again to check, he couldn't see but the Nieuport's propeller a few feet behind him: there was nothing he could do. The Nieuport violently rammed the Aviatik, killing both pilots and the observer on the spot; the aircraft went down in flames, and crashed a mere couple hundred meters from the airfield. His career ended with: 56 missions flown 46 hours of total flight time 3 claims: - "Nieurport." 19/03/1916 - "Pusher single seater NW-Lille" 17/06/1916 - "BE2, N-Lens" 02/08/1916 None of them would be confirmed. It was then time to enlist a new pilot, this time on the British side (for the first time in my whole DID experience!) Sergeant Robert Charles "Beau" Gray, born and raised in Margate, Kent, England, enlisted on the 5th August 1916, at the age of 20. After completing his course at the Central Flying School, he was assigned to the yet non operational No.46 Squadron of the Royal Flying Corp. His first flights were all performed from Wyton airfield, in England. After a month all the squadron's BE2c machines were withdrawn in favour of the French Nieuport 12. On the 22nd October it was time to head for the Flanders. They transferred to Saint Omer, where they stayed for a few days, before moving closer to the front and reaching their new home, Droglandt. 2 months of flying went by rather smoothly, racking up a respectable number of flying hours and of on hand experience with war on the frontlines. The Germans, in the meantime, had managed to gain full air superiority due to the arrival at the front of the new, deadly Albatros crates. He was lucky enough not to engage any, in his slow and kicking Nieuport two seater. The British' solution to the seemingly unbeatable German air superiority was their new baby: the Sopwith Pup. Only No.3 Squadron of the RNAS had so far managed to get their hands on this new machine, but it was said there would be newly formed squadrons moving in from England equipped with it. One of these was No.54 Squadron, RFC. It was composed of fairly skilled airmen, but few among them had real on hand experience on the front. Because of that, soon after their arrival in France, multiple pilots from different squadrons were transferred in the new ones. One of these men was Robert. He got notice of his transfer to No.54 on the 28th December, and is currently still waiting for all the bureocracy from the top brass to be sorted. The weather is miserable, with frequent snow and rainstorms being a detriment to both air and ground operations. He's been sitting since his transfer notice, and hasn't been able to fly.

Some free time has allowed me to catch up the month and a half I had left due of my pilot. Here's a quick report. Leutnant Ailbe Blaz Dziarzowitz FA5Lb (FFA5) Aviatik C.I Haubourdin, France 46 missions 38,03 hours 2 claims (a Nieuport, a single seater pusher scout), 0 confirmed

Wishing you a speedy recovery Trooper, glad to have you back :)

I guess it's worth a shot...I'll backup the pilots and try then.

BB, Confirmed that I'm using historical weather.

Honestly, I'm not sure what's going on. I had heard that between 24-26 March 1916 weather was absolutely terrible, but is it supposed to go on for over a week? I've currently been checking, out of curiosity, how much the cancelled flights would go on, and I've reached 31st March by now. What worries me is that there's notifications that other pilots did fly their missions instead. Is my file corrupted or something?

epower, as Raine said 1.21 has changed early-war frequency quite a bit. Tested this with another pilot too flying in RFC-24, currently in England in October 1915 preparing to get deployed. After a mission time skips from 1 to 4 days as far as I've experienced, although it may vary for I haven't made that many tests with it-

Genuinely not sure. It was one of the keybinds I just figured on my own and I have never checked. EDIT: Just saw BB's response. There you go!

Technical question - Since after the update time automatically skips at every 2nd day after a sortie. Should we stick with it or do something else?

I'm pretty unsure how to help you, Gaw. Maybe Pol or WM may be able to shed some light on this rather curious problem.

Well, then you should just be able to bind it to said function, if I remember correctly. If you don't have any particular keybinds you can just reset all binding with one of the buttons on the top right corner. That should fix it.

Sounds extremely weird - Always been the key to pull it up and down. Might want to check the program WOFFKeys and see if it's somehow switched with something else.

It's Z!