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<noinclude><pagequality level="4" user="Borderman" />{{rh||FLYING MEN|131}}</noinclude>"An air fight must be rather terrible?" said I. 

"Oh, I don't know!" he demurred. 

"Gets a bit lively sometimes. C, one of our chaps, had a near go coming home yesterday — attacked by five [[Boche]] machines, well over their own territory, of course. They swooped down on him out of a cloud. C. got one right away, but the others got him — nearly. They shot his gear all to pieces and put his bally gun out of commission — bullet clean through the tray. Rotten bad luck! So, being at their mercy, C. pretended they'd got him — did a turn-over and nose-dived through the clouds very nearly on two more Boche machines that were waiting for him. So, thinking it was all up with him, C. dived straight for the nearest, meaning to take a Boche down with him, but Hans didn't think that was playing the game, and promptly hooked it. The other fellow had been blazing away and was getting a new drum fixed, when he saw C. was on his tail making tremendous business with his useless<noinclude><references/></noinclude>