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June 2nd 1916 My name is John Miller I am twenty years old and I am stationed at the No3 Naval Squadron aerodrome in Fernes France I enlisted my services just two months ago and now I find myself in a squadron led by the great British ace Raymond Collishaw The airfield is large housing many different kinds of aircraft from the Sopwith Camel to the Nieuport I have only been in the Squadron for two weeks and I have already logged five missions and countless hours of flying Up until today I had no encounters with enemy aircraft as most of my missions were reconnaissance and did not take me inside enemy lines Today however was a different story I awoke to the sound of mechanics scurrying around the airfield hammering on parts of the plane and yelling orders to one another I was not aware of any missions planned for the day so I went to Mr Collishaws quarters to see if he knew what was going on He said German observation balloons stationed along the front were giving away our troops positions Our squadron had received emergency orders to flame the balloons as the troops were planning to push for more ground in the coming days It was a bitter cold morning with the mist hugging the ground like a cold blanket I got into the tiny cockpit of my Sopwith Camel revved up the engine and tested all the levers and controls There was no room for error at 5000 feet As I pulled back on the throttle my plane zipped across the matted grass runway and became airborne As the five of us led by Collishaw gained altitude we came into clear view of the front lines Constant shelling and machine gun fire had turned the place into a barren muddy hell I thanked fate for not placing me in the trenches I am dealing with a different type of
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