The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1918-10-12
AIRPLANE AF|RE.
!. He carries ON"
British Pilot Tells of Thrilling Ex-
perience Spotiing for Ar
tiIlery.
DEscENDs JUST N TIME
Engine Stops Just ~ Mission 10. Com
pIeted-Puts Machine Into Side
SIip-Tank ExpIodes just q
He Reaches Safety.

London.-"The fighting pilots don't
get all the fun of the war in the air, y
writes young bird who had thrill
ing experience recently, returning to
his base in flaming plane.
I'VE were flying over No Mans
LandF' he says, sporting for the artil-
lery, and by constantly changing direc-
ton and height we had pretty well es-
capped the attention of the ubiquitous
Archie. The shoot was progressing
satisfactorily, and our battery would
soon be all ranged. Our engine had
been running very badly, and had the
shoot been less important we should
have returned home; but the target
was special Hun bridge, and the bat
terry was shooting excellently.
AIrpIane on Fire.
Suddenly a smell Of burning wood
reached my nostrils. Looking down,
saw the framework near my feet
blackened and smoldering. The en-
gine's back-firing must have made q
torch Of the exhaust. I switched of
the petrol supply and opened out the
throttle. One steep, swift dive and the
fire was out.
@ThenL hesitated. Should we hurry
for home and safety, or continue the
Shoot in which very little more OBJ
serving would bring complete success3
l turned to the observer. He leaned
over and inspected the damage. 1t
was not very bad, really. He shouted
into my ear:
Lets carry on" -
II climbed again and we continued
to- shoot Our battery was very soon
firing as battery-all guns-our last
message having completed the regis
nation; and now shells we're dropping
about the target. Our part was done
utes the bridge was entirely destroyed.
In our excitement the faulty engine
had been forgotten until, with one last
splutter, 1t gave out completely. It
stopped. ~
'The machine was really on fire this
time and I was too late. The wood
work was burning Independently Of pc
troll and exhaust, and to dive now
would only fan the flames about ny
feet. Yet we had to get to the ground.
and very quickly, too.
Quite Wild Affair.
81 put the machine into violent
side-slip away from the line. The
flames were thus famed toward the op-
posite wing The observer, leaning
over my shoulder, squirted the fire ex-
about my feet, which en-
abled me to keep control of the rud-
der bar. We were down to 1,5O0 feet.
but the heat was intense.
'The fire had reached the right wing.
Things were getting more and more ex-
citing. Would the fabric continue to
support us? I pushed down the nose
to hasten our descent, keeping the ma
chine also in side-slip. The rush of
air slightly changed the direction of
the flames. Now we were nearly down.
There were few shell holes and hard
" any hedges. Unless we were I'M
lucky we should not meet any serious
obstacle.
1.-THE ground rushed toward us. 1
took off the bank and 'flattened out
One landing wheel touched with a
bump, broke away and continued its
course independently. The machine
Dirouetted on the remaining wheel and
finally crashed on it's nose and left
wing. 1t was quite q wild affair, but
We we're unhurt.
"Springing to the ground, we hurried
away from the burning wreck just in
line, for a second later the petrol |
ank exploded. We just looked at each
yther and never said word, but
neither of us regretted having CHANGED
t and finished our job"