Dogfight

Picking up speed, you race along at treetop level, keeping your eye on the other plane. The early morning sun sun catches it for a moment, and it sparkles like a gem. A gem that happens to be painted in the distinctive colours of the infamous Flying Circus, that is.

You had really, really hoped to sneak up on him, but he then makes a lazy turn away from the cloud and heads towards you as easy as kiss my hand.

'D---, of all the Krauts out there, why do I have to meet up with one who can see?' you think petulantly.

Well, if you want to meet up with Babette (if that was, in fact, her real name) at the beer hall downtown again, you had better get to work.

You slide your flying goggles on, lock and load your twin Vickers and