I saw that early in the morning. One of our observation planes
was trying to get home and he was being pursued by a Fritzie
fighter who had apparently about three times the speed that our
fellow had. And he was zooming in around him, and up and down
and everything and he was shooting at him all the time.
This was taking place no more than, oh, 500 yards in the air.
And eventually, our plane came down, apparently out of control,
but it pancaked to a little landing. And within, oh, I suppose a
couple hundred yards from me. So I made a dash over to see what
I could find, but perhaps to get some souvenirs. And out stepped
two young British officers. I swear they weren’t more than
seventeen years of age, they looked so youthful.
They stepped out and one fellow said to the other,
“I say, he was jolly hot stuff, wasn’t he?”
And they marched off, laughing. Talk about your nerve.