Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1918-08-02


Your fighter is never talker, and
of all fighte IS the air men go the limit
in slowness of speech. Even after
Winslow. the hoary elder of two and
twenty, was finally prodded to talk,
he left so much to the imagination
that 1t is necessary to fill in between
his wide lines.
Hear Planes Coming.
He and Campbell had got out early
for the first official flight and were
playing cards in a tent near their
hangar while the mechanics tuned up
their machines. The morning was
clear sunlight streaming between soft
clouds high over the flying field. From
the sand bag targets, where machine
gun was being lined up and synchro-
nized with the motor, came staccato
bursts of firing. Everything was go
Fling on as usual, when in response TO
telephone call from some far OBJ
seryation post, a bugle shrilled out
the "Alerte !"
81 was already N my flying toys"
Wfnslow explained, "and so got into
the air at once. Campbell follow
ed about a minute later. The Boche
planes had just come into view, flying
quite low, not higher than 1000 feet.
Their pilots said afterward that they
were lost and mistook our station for
their own, otherwise they would never
have ventured into such hornets
nest
"To me it seemed impossible. I felt
sure 1t must be some of our fellows
coming in from another station. But
the 'Alerte!' kept me ready. They
were flying higher than we and the
instant l sighted the German cross I
let fly burst from my gun.
Shot in Second Burst.
1.-THE Boche answered, but already
I had banked steeply on half loop
that carried me above him; then de-
scribing 'vreille;' that is, tail spin,
l came squarely behind and shot him
down with my second burst.
"By that time Campbell was chas-
ing his man like hawk after run
ming chicken across the sky, and lit
out after them. How that Boche did
go! But he was too slow. Just as
caught up Campbell sent him down in
flames"
He summed up this remarkable con-
Test in the following schedule:
1.-THE 'Alerter sounded at S:45.
closed with the Boche.
Eight ffty-one, shot down my man.
Eight fifty-two, Campbell got his.
eight fifty-three. back on the ground"
Eight minutes by the clock Good
work
We went into their rooms TO view
he trophies, guns, cartridge belts,
locks and so forth that were laid out
n their cots, and while we were look
ne them over Campbell added the last
umane touch TO the story In sky
larfare alone, it Is said, have the Ger
lans displayed any chivalry. a thing
hat is quite understandable. The ut
srmost bravery called for in those
esperate 1uels up there in the wide
nd lonely vault of heaven is always
ssociated with chivalric spirit.
he knightly tradition still obtains
nd this lads utterance proved that
lr boys can be depended upon IL up
old il.
"My fellow was wearing an froo.
'oss | wanted 1t badly but the poor
evil was suffering enough from his
rms. hadn't the heart to take 1t
ON him."
Fine feeling
There is no such thing as defeat
r men animated by such spirit
lcked up by the thorough, intensive.
aiming given at our fields.
BY quick combination of acrobat
) he had learned during instruction
inslow had got his man. And as
ought of the quick-witted lads that
e now getting the same training not
the tens and twenties but by hun
eds and thousands. / mentally
hoed favorite exclamation of the
itish Tommy:
Poor ole FRITZ"