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I'm sneaking up on a gaggle of two seaters on Flying Corps,Wunderbar!Harry Tates for breakfast.Suddenly my victims go split arsing all over the sky.There is the venomous snarl of a powerful motor going past and a blast of gunfire.I look over the side to find I'm flying a Fokker Neindecker striaght to Valhalla.To date I hav'nt lived long enough to see a Biff up close.So I bought Chaz Bowyer's book to see what one looked like.Has there ever been a memoir written by a Bristol Fighter ace,pilot or observer? Perhaps if I know my enemy I might last a bit longer.
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