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In the Wiki article about the CV "USS Langley", these aircraft are named: Vought VE-7 (two-seat trainer and later also fighter) Aeromarine 39 (two-seat training seaplane)

Thanks, HPW - I need to fit into the slim Pfalz, once your FMs are finally ready.

...and I had been afraid that he was now on the road even over the weekend...

Congrats, LIMA - I must admit I never heard of that school before. Albatros or Pfalz are always good choices! So are HPW's FMs now finally all ready? A more balanced Pfalz could attract me too.

Hmmm - 450 km south of Le Mans - could it be Toulouse? The nowadays Airbus Industries are located there. So it may be an old center of French aviation?

You see the wires and the crosshair - for some reason, the AA setting doesn't work. Yes, try AA 4x or 8x; and Anisotropic Filtering 4x. And search any setting that may disable AA. Good luck! If you can, post a screenprint of you NVidia card settings - perhaps someone else can help.

Welcome to the OFF world, sceptre. It is a running gag that we keep saying "in two weeks" - OFF II will be released, when it's ready. No official estimation. My personal guess would be 1 May - perhaps. Second question: as P3 has Multiplayer, I guess P4 will have too.

Well, if we name non-combat movies, one of my top favourites is "To be or not to be" by Ernst Lubitsch.

Wow, Lou - when the American pound is like the German half a kilogram, you have lost 34 pounds = 17 kilogram??? Is there anything left of you? Yeah, I think we could be the champs in the old age! My good example is Clint Eastwood - the man never had any face lift as far as I know, and he still has good presence.

Help! Dej?!

Yes, Pumpernickel or spelt bread mostly, and not very much. I often go to bed with a feeling of hunger. But that's only my stomach and it's greed - finds it hard to quit on the tasty things. In the morning a pot of freshly brewed thin-sliced ginger with green tea. Breakfast not before 11 AM (two slices of spelt bread or Pumpernickel). Warm meal between 16 - 17 h (today: lentils with garlic, ginger and coriander leaves - hmmm!) At 20 h two more slices of bread. Hardly any meat of mamals anymore. Salad with good olive oil. No fruit which contain lots of sugar - like grapes or bananas. I really celebrate now some pieces of good chocolate, or a piece of cake, or milk rice with cinnamon - like something rare and special. But I admit: things like a tasty pizza often come to mind, right when I'm in my bed...

I have no chart to offer, but I can proudly announce, that I have managed to loose 6 Kilogramm since Christmas. From 94 down to 88 kg, by eating only full grain bread, far less sugar and products with sugar in them (you wouldn't believe, where they all put sugar into - read the small printed ingredients!); and (non-regular) jogging and fitness training. Now I need to work on making the jogging "regularly".

Perhaps the "Exposition Internationale de la Locomotion Aérienne" in Paris, which was run by the "Chambre Syndicate des Industries Aéronautiques" ?

Since I got a much better graphic card from Morris only recently (thanks again, mate!), I could raise all sliders and the "ground object density" and such. Now I saw today some green hedges, which I had never seen before. Either I always missed them, or - more likely - they came up with more "ground detail". OFF still has things to surprise me with!

Must have been somewhere northwest of Bertincourt, Lou.

"The Magnificent Men and their flying Machines" ?

Shot down three times during the Battle of Cambrai Arthur Gould Lee described in his book "No Parachute!", how he was shot down no less but three times, during the battle of Cambrai. I was so fascinated by his descriptions, that I researched the reports. I found a map of the Bourlon area at McMaster University, which you can see an excerpt from here. Then I went into Google StreetView and took shots from the area at Fontaine, where he was shot down the first time. The excerpt from his book is also about this event. I don't know about you, but I can almost "re-live" it this way; it brings the book's reports even more to life for me. Here is the author: Shells were bursting every half-minute in the area, mostly north of the Cambrai road, and I assumed they were British. As I circled over Fontaine, I glimpsed one crash into a roadside house, which just quietly collapsed to a heap. I then realised, that a fierce fight was going on for possession of Fontaine. I saw khaki and field figures clustering close to the walls on either side of the crossroads, firing at one another round corners, but it was all mixed up and there was nothing I could do there. So I switched my attention to a group of field-greys filtering off the main road southwards into a large field flanked by a wood and a canal behind it. I dived low and began to spray them, but after one long burst, my guns jammed, first one then the other. I slid across the field and banked round the wood, keeping as low as I dared while I tried to rectify the jams. Suddenly, when I was at about thirty feet, there was a heartstopping roar below me, and the plane lifted at least twenty feet vertically. For a few seconds I couldn't see, all the blood in me seemed to shoot up in my head, and I gave myself up as a goner, but seconds later I found I was still alive. A shell had exploded directly underneath me. Chunks of shrapnell tore through the fabric of the plane, one piece going clang! somewhere in the engine, which didn't stop but vibrated horribly. I expected the machine to fall to bits, as it began to wobble violently. The joystick felt loose, with no lateral control and the fore-and-aft like lead. I closed the throttle, switched off, held her off the ground as long as I could, and flopped - I couldn't call it a landing, but at least I didn't turn over - on the large grassy fieldthat was fortunately still beneath me. Fortunately, also, there was next to no wind. She trundled along for fifty yards, while I unbuckled my belt, just in case, then she stopped halfway between the wood I'd just circled and a sunken road. (...) The third thought was, now to scrounge the watch from it's casing! There I was, sitting in this big field all alone, with nobody in sight, though fitfull rifle-fire came from Fontaine, half a mile ahead of me. Otherwise all seemed peaceful enough, and I was trying to wrench the obstinate casing loose when - crak! crak! crak! - and a sharp rattle of gunfire from my right. Startled, I turned, saw a machine-gun flashing in the trees. I was out of the cockpit like a jack-in-the-box. I ran as hard as my full flying kit would allow towards the sunken road, keeping the machine between me and the guns, though I could still hear the vicious crak-ak-ak-ak! as bullets passed fairly close to me. They were after me because they were the bunch I'd just been shooting up, and they were only 200 yards away, and I slithered down the bank into the road. I was safe - for the moment. I was gasping for breath - sprinting and flying kit don't go together. There wasn't a soul to be seen, and I just sat there, getting my wind back and wondering what to do. There was still a crackle of machine-gun and rifle fire from Fontaine. I gingerly stood up, peered over the bank, and saw khaki-clad figures moving around buildings on this side of the village. So they were being driven out. Suddenly I heard footsteps. I had no gun with me, and didn't know what to expect, so I dropped into a funk-hole by the ditch, one of a line which British or German troops had dug earlier. I kept low until they passed, then looked out - it was a wounded infantryman, arm in a sling. I caught him up and found he was a Seaforth Highlander. The bullet had gone through his shoulder. He said they were being pushed out of Fontaine, the Boche had brought up too many troops. I knew it already, I'd just been shooting some of them up. As we turned off the road along a hollow which he said led to an advanced dressing station, a Tommy appeared out of a trench on my left, and asked me to speak to his officer. I had no idea any of our troops were there, but after saying so-long to the High- lander, I followed him up the trench into breastworks dug round the curve of a rising field. Here I found myself with the 9th Royal Scots, of the 51st Division. The Company Commander, Captain Maxwell, had seen me come down, and was surprised I wasn't pipped by the Boche opposite. His men had laid quick bets on wether I'd get away with it. From the trench I had a good view of my immense field, with the Camel perched there looking pathetically abandoned , and also of the wood facing us, some 300 - 400 yards distant, which I now learned was La Folie Wood. From here, too, I could see how the ridge on which Bourlon Wood lies dominates the whole area. Within seconds of my entering the company dugout, Maxwell produced a bottle of whisky, and gave me a good nip. I needed it!

Maybe 16x will be too high (it is very high and may use a lot of performance) - in that case 8x or even 4x for both AA and Anisotropic should look very good still. I wish you good luck, Sid!

When I read, how they have flown one of the missions in thickest mist; when I read how he almost crashed into a huge chimeney; how he lost his fellow pilot in the fog, who was later found dead in a treetop - and then these three forced landings - one, where he was so soaked with petrol from his own pierced tank, that he had to reject a cigarette offered to him by an infantry soldier - when I read all this, I though, what a great courageous character Lee was. You would take your hat off and stand in awe, indeed.

Jasta 14 had a big day today. We went out with 12 Albatros D.II and D.III, to patrol south of the Argonne forest. When A-flight had gone low already, to fly home, we sighted 4 French Sopwith Strutter, escorted by 2 Nieuport 17. My 5 wingmen killed the Nieuport 17, before I could even intervene. Then we hunted the four Strutters down. They had no chance. None of them returned. I got one. I shot off a whole wing. Then I watched him spiralling down in his steep descend, to his inescapable end. He slammed in on an opening. What a contrast - the fighting and the killing, and then the flying over a wonderful landscape in the sun...

I think that's called Darwinism?

Sid, make sure you have selected the native screen resolution of your monitor in OFF. If you haven't done that, it might otherwise look pixelated. Anti-Aliasing should look fine 4x or 8x. To show you how that is in ATI CatalystControlCenter, here is a screen print. It shows the tick-boxes.

Sid, I cannot help you much with NVidia cards. But 16x AA is more than plenty. But one thing is very important: make sure that "Use application settings" (or similar) is NOT checked - otherwise the graphic card settings would NOT be used, but the ingame OFF settings. So if there is a tick-box like that, it must NOT be ticked/selected - you want to use the settings of your graphic card.

Sid, good shots - but I bet you can have OFF look even much nicer. You use very low Anti-Aliasing settings, as you see for the wires being pixelated. What graphic card do you use?

Great shots, Hellshade! Do you also use "High res" for skins?