RAF_Louvert

GASP! Using an alias? In this place? Shocking.

Yes indeed, when it comes to filling out the ranks for his challenges, our Rick does use a catch as catch can approach.

Rick, as I am a moderator here I can edit your main post for you when and if you might want to. Just let me know.

Absolutely!

Can I believe my eyes? A Final, Final Rick Rawlings Challenge?! How can I possibly say no to a final, final challenge? I can't, of course. And just on the off chance, and WOFF chance, that you might do something like this, Rick, I held on to all the bits and pieces needed to create the proper accoutrement. Behold! Your newest Challenge Participation Medal is ready and waiting for your approval.

. It's actually an F.B.19 Mk II with the 110hp Clerget Or Bob for short if you like. .

. Welcome aboard Bagpipe, glad to have you with us. You are in for many enjoyable and terrifying hours of WWI aerial combat and general flying fun. So much WOFFy goodness for you to discover. Watch your six, head on swivel, beware the Hun in the sun, and most importantly, new lads buy the drinks! Lou

That must be it, BB. But seriously, it sounds like the aerodrome itself may be the issue, unless you are having this problem at other fields. If only on this field, there is likely object interference in the facility. You should report it to the devs either way.

. Just ran across this 1910 postcard of the beach at Folkestone from almost the exact same perspective. .

. It's near RNAS Capel at Folkestone. That rising headland and waterfront pavilion are the giveaway. .

I also see no need for fiddling about with BHaH II in attempts to improve performance. It is running beautifully for me right now with everything max'd out in 1918. Smooth visuals and fast loading, best I've seen really from any OFF/WOFF version.

. Just flew my first sortie in the rain in BHaH II. Having flown open cockpit ultralights, and having been caught in a sudden summer rain shower when flying one, I can honestly say that OBD has gotten closer with this than any other flight sim I've experienced. The size of the rain drops, the misty quality, and the drops on the goggles, along with the sound, it's all right there. Outstanding! .

. Hellshade, I agree about the dogfights now, at least the few I've had so far. Much more intense and harder to get an upper hand. Here are a few screenshots from my DID Campaign pilot's morning sortie, an escort of five Breguets of ESC 218 down to attack the Hun lines south of Amiens. On the return a kette of DR.1s tried to spoil the show. My man, Captain Frederick Abbott of 65 Squadron, got to experience the new AI features firsthand when he wound up in a VERY protracted go-round with a particularly skilled air Hun. The King's own did win the day, but it took a long time to do it. Well done OBD, you've made an already challenging WWI combat flight sim even more so. I love it! Forming up 'B' Flight and heading across to the rendezvous point. Check out that enhanced scenery with all settings max'd out in the workshop. Keeping watch over the Breguets as the armada heads south, passing Amiens along the way. Captain Abbott's dance partner for this waltz. Each time Freddy thought he was about to get a shot on the Hun, the slippery fellow eluded him. Round and round and round they went, a swirling fight all the way. But in the end Abbott got a bead on his opponent; the twin Vickers barked and brought the affair to a close. The Captain followed the DR.1 down where it was seen to crash into a line of trees. Freddy makes a note of the location for his report, and climbs away to rejoin the rest of his crew for the return home. .

. I will bet that, when we do get it, it will be awesome. .

. Post 'em here Gents. .

. Fan-friggin-tastic! C'mon release date! .

. Thanks Erik, you da man! .

WOOOO HOOOO!!! For both the soon-to-be-released BHaH II and for bringing it back here to our old Home Sweet Home!

. ... just nod if you can hear me, is there anyone at home? Wondering who is still checking in here on a semi-regular basis. Cheers! Lou .

. "A Story for the Season" 1916: Christmas Eve at the Front. The War has dragged itself along on its steely, mud-caked claws for over two years, and the end seems no closer now than when it all began. At an RFC aerodrome not ten miles from the first line trenches, a group of airmen sit through the morning’s briefing, and prepare themselves for the day’s work. They are nearly all young men, at least in years. But with war comes age beyond a calendar’s mark, and one would find that each man is far older than first appearance would tell if a moment were taken to look into his eyes. As the meeting breaks the jovial banter can be heard amongst the group: the good-natured ribbing and warnings, the verbal jousting, the camaraderie and the closeness that bonds souls together in such tenuous and temporary times. Across the mud at a German aerodrome, a similar scene is being played out. The Jagdstaffel pilots there are also preparing themselves for the task at hand. To look at them, you might imagine they were schoolmates of their British counterparts, rather than enemies soon to be locked in mortal combat. For they too laugh and joke, and share that same bond. And they too are of the "old young". The hour is at hand. On each side the signal is given and the small, fast scout planes skim along the cold, icy ground, and one by one lift into a winter sky as grey as the earth below. They form up, and after climbing to their prescribed altitudes, they head towards No Man’s Land and on to do their best; for King and Country; für Kaiser und Vaterland. They meet, and there is the initial gun pass as each sizes up the other. A few moments later and the aerial battle begins in earnest. To those in the fight it is a mind-numbing blur of action that runs in both accelerated and slow motion simultaneously. A split second given to pull the trigger as a plane zips across the sights: an eternity spent to try and twist out of the path of the bullets. An entire lifetime won or lost in less than an eye blink. To those on the ground it appears as a graceful ballet of the sky, the canvas-feathered birds turning and rolling and climbing and diving. But it is a dance to the death more often than not, and it will end when one or more has fallen. And one has fallen. The long, slow, spiraling pirouette as the finale comes to the dance. The others have now tired and as if by mutual agreement or unseen signal the partners separate and turn away. The audience below does not understand how it can be over so quickly. They cannot see the fatigue and exhaustion of those in the air; cannot see their battered ships, or their bruised and aching bodies; or their tired, aging eyes. No, they can see none of these things, any more than the men in the air can see the pain or the agony endured by those who must fight on the ground. Each sees the other from afar, as through a glass darkly. It is an irony of war that in each case, either in the Sky or on the Earth, a man better understands and is more akin to the enemy he fights in his realm than to his own countrymen above or below. Christmas Eve at the Front. Night has fallen and the pilots sit about the dinner table at their respective aerodromes, and talk of flying and fighting, and of family and friends. Wishes of the Season are shared, letters from home are read. Songs of hope are sung and toasts are made to fellow flyers, and to mothers and sweethearts. At one of the tables an empty chair stands in remembrance of the comrade lost that day, and to whom the final toast is made. He will be missed, and to a loved one back home he will forever be a young man with bright, happy eyes; forever a photograph, a memory of a life that could have been. It matters not which side he fought for. He was a man, a part of human kind, and with his passing we are all the lesser for it. . May you have safe and blessed holidays wherever you are, and may we each remember the true message of this season: Peace on earth, good will toward men.

Hi jeanba, If memory serves, you hit the "Back" button to choose the weapon, in this case bombs, then hit the "Enter" key to drop them. Hope this helps. Cheers! Lou

I hope everyone has a safe and happy Thanksgiving. Count your blessing, and don't overeat too much. Cheers Everyone! Lou

jeanba, I love the G4 as well, but then I'm a B/R man at heart.

Hi ya BB, glad to see you're still active as well. I also have ROF with every plane they offered, but like you've I've not flown it for ages. And oh those old RB3D days, we had a lot of fun back then, as long as there wasn't some squabble about someone hacking the FM or ammo strength or time warp or some such thing. Lou