BIGGLES
IN FRANCE
by W. E. Johns
11.
FLYING CRUSADERS
(Pages 164 - 180)
(First published in the Modern Boy on
26th January 1935 – Issue 364)
(This
is ‘He Shot Him to Bits!’ (Chp 22) & ‘Written
Off!’ (Chp 23) in the book and the story became “WAR
IN HOT BLOOD” in “Biggles of 266”).
NB – The last two stories were transposed from
the order they were published in “The Modern Boy” so that the book finished on
a lighter note.
Following a dog fight in which Biggles,
Algy and Wilson had linked up with Wilks and three other S.E.5’s and then
encountered a “circus” of orange and black Albatross D.5’s, Biggles arrives in
the officers’ mess of Squadron No. 266 “in a blazing white-hot fury!” “Where’s Wilson?” asked Mahoney. “Wilson’s dead!” replied Biggles
shortly. Wilson was an officer who had
recently transferred to Squadron No. 266 from a two-seater squadron. “How did it happen?” “I don’t know. I saw him going down in flames, but I didn’t
know whether it was Wilson or Lacey until I got back. Wilson was bound to get it sooner or later,
the way he flew. He acted as if the sky
was his own”. “Well, don’t let it worry
you!” muttered Mahoney. “That’s not
worrying me. It was only - ” Biggles broke
off, buried his face in his hands, and was silent for some seconds. Nobody spoke. Mahoney caught Algy’s eye, and grimaced. Algy shrugged his shoulders. Biggles drew a deep breath, and looked up. “Sorry blokes,” he said slowly, “but I’m a
bit het up!” “You remember young Parker,
of Wilks’ squadron?” went on Biggles.
“They got him – this afternoon – murdered him”. Parker had gone down with a dead propeller
but had been followed down by a German Albatross D.5 with green streamers. Parker landed in a field. “I happened to look down again just as Parker
was climbing out of his machine, waving to let us know he was all right. Green Streamers, the skunk, went right down
at him, and – and - ” Biggles’ lips quivered, and the
hand that held the teacup trembled. “He
shot him” he went on, after a short pause.
“Shot him to bits, in cold blood!
I saw the tracer bullets kick up the ground around him. Parker just grabbed at his chest, then
pitched forward on to his face. I went
at Green Streamers like a bull at a gate, but some of the others got in my way,
and I couldn’t reach him. Then I lost
him altogether, and didn’t see him again”.
Wilks arrives. “Wilks’ face was
chalky white, and his eyes blazed. He
came to a halt just inside the room, and pointed at Biggles. “You saw it, didn’t you Biggles?” he snapped
in a tense voice. Biggles nodded”. Wilks says he is going to get Green Streamers
but Biggles says “Let us, mop up the whole lot of ‘em, good and proper!” Biggles thinks there are thirty machines in
the new Hun staffel and they would need two squadrons
to tackle them. Major Mullen, the C.O.
and Major Benson, of Squadron No. 301, enter the mess and Biggles tells them
his idea. Biggles and two other officers
will go and shoot up Seclin where the Huns are
based. (Algy and Mahoney immediately
volunteer to go with him). They will do
this for three mornings in a row and it can be expected that on the third
morning the Huns will be waiting for them.
But on the third morning there will be six Camels above them at six thousand
feet and then nine S.E.s at twelve thousand feet. “This is how I hope we shall wipe these
blighters and their perishing aerodrome off the map”. “We’ll start the action tomorrow, Tuesday,
which means that the big show will be on Thursday”. The following morning, Biggles, Algy and
Mahoney carry out their early raid and bomb and strafe the enemy
aerodrome. On the way home, Mahoney
chases a German staff car until it overturns.
On Thursday morning, at a quarter to five, nine Camels are lined up, including
Major Mullen who will lead the six Camels above Biggles’ raiding party. Biggles’ party of three head back towards the
Hun aerodrome and ahead and above, Biggles sees the entire German circus. “He counted their numbers. “He made it twenty-nine the first time and
twenty-eight the second”. Biggles zooms
up to meet the attack as the six Camels above come down. A Camel from the top layer collides with a
Hun and both machines disintegrate. A
third machine, a Hun, strikes the wreckage and goes down as well. Biggles takes on an Albatross which bursts
into flames, although it wasn’t Biggles shooting at it. “The air was stiff with machines, diving,
half rolling, and whirling around in indescribable confusion. It would need all the pilots’ wits to avoid
collision, much less take aim”. Biggles
shoots at one orange and black Hun and sees the pilot sag forward in the
cockpit. The plane drops like a bomb. Some brightly coloured Fokker triplanes
arrive. “Biggles stared. “My hat!” he ejaculated. “It’s the Richthofen
crowd – and the blinking baron himself” he added, as his eyes fell on the
blood-red triplane”. Biggles sees the
orange Albatross with green streamers and sees Wilks in his S.E.5 pursuing it. “He saw the S.E. slip sideways to escape a
burst of fire directed at it by the red triplane, and it left the way
clear. Biggles goes for the plane with
green streamers but it spins away, shamming and Biggles follows it. The Hun makes a bad turn that almost caused
him to stall, and for a couple of seconds Biggles had a “sitter”. Biggles shoots the plane with green streamers
down. Suddenly Bristol Fighters arrive
and Biggles realises that Major Benson and his crowd have turned up – having
heard the plan being discussed. Biggles
then sees an R.E.8 and three D.H.4’s.
“What the dickens is happening?” he muttered. “If this goes on much longer the whole
blinking Flying Corps will be here!” “There
must have been at least a hundred machines engaged, and the Huns began to
disappear like magic”. Rallying to Major
Mullen’s red Very light signal flare, seven Camels return to base. They then fill up with petrol and ammunition
and all three squadrons rendezvous over the German aerodrome at Seclin. Camels,
S.E.5’s and Bristol Fighters attack the aerodrome and it becomes a blazing
inferno but it is not until photographs are returned by a reconnaissance
machine the following morning that it is known that Seclin
aerodrome has been written off. “Well,
that’s a bonnie picture!” observed Biggles next morning as he examined the
photograph of the stricken aerodrome.
“We said we’d wipe ‘em out, and by gosh, we have. Wilks agrees that we have settled Parker’s
account for him!”