June 2nd 1916: My name is John Miller, I am twenty years old, and I am stationed at the No.3 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 …showed first 75 words of 993 total…

…showed last 75 words of 993 total…but he felt we deserved it. That night I took a little walk around the airfield recalling the days events. The airfield housed three squadrons, two bombing units and one fighter unit. There were three dorms, each with a separate room for the leader of the squadron. There were also two mess halls and five large tents where the mechanics lived. I had come face to face with death and lived to tell about it.