Air Aces of World War One



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Major Lanoe George Hawker V.C. England’s 1st Ace 1890/1916

The son of a Distinguished Military family, Hawker was born on the 30th of December 1890 at Longparish, Hampshire, England. He was educated at Stubbington House School and then at 11 yrs old to The Royal Navy College in Dartmouth, although highly intelligent and a keen sportsman, his grades didn’t reflect this and a Naval career seemed unlikely.

And so, he entered The Royal Military Academy in Woolwich before joining the Royal Engineers as an Officer Cadet. A clever inventor, Hawker developed a keen interest in all mechanical and engineering developments. During the summer of 1910 he saw a film depicting the Wright Flyer and after attending an aircraft flying display at Bournemouth.

He quickly gained an interest in Aviation, learning to fly at his own expense at Hendon Aerodrome. On the 4th of March 1913, he was awarded Aviators Certificate No.435 by The Royal Aero Club. Promoted to 1st Lieutenant in October 1913, he was posted to Cork Harbour with the 33rd Fortress Company. His request for attachment to The Royal Flying Corps was granted and he reported to the Central Flying School at Upavon on 1st August 1914.

Hawker was posted to France in October 1914, as a Captain with No.6 Sqn. R.F.C. flying Henri Farmans. The squadron soon converted to the B.E.2c and Hawker undertook numerous reconnaissance missions, into 1915 being wounded once by ground fire. On the 22nd Of April he was awarded the Distinguished Service Order for attacking a German Zeppelin shed at Gontrode by dropping hand grenades at low level, below 200ft from his B.E.2c. He used a tethered German Balloon to shield him from enemy fire from the ground while he made successive attacks. During the 2nd battle of Ypres, Hawker was wounded in the foot by ground fire. For the remainder of the battle he had to be carried to and from his Aircraft but refused to be grounded until the battle was over.

To be Continued ……..

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Air Aces of World War One


Rene Fonck
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Colonel Paul Rene Fonck – French and Allied Ace of Aces 1894 / 1953


Fonck was born on the 27th of March 1894 in the village of Saulcy – sur – Meurthe in the Vosges region of North Eastern France. Fonck left school aged 13. When conscripted for service, Fonck who had been interested in Aviation from childhood was rejected for an immediate transfer to the Air service, instead he was requested to do five months basic training with the Combat Engineers. His basic training duties first involved him in digging trenches near Epinal, and later in repairing bridges on the Moselle river.

On the 15th of February 1915, he was finally accepted into basic training to learn how to fly. He entered training first at St.Cyr and then at Le Crotoy on a Bleriot ‘Penguin’ a reduced-wingspan flightless version of the Bleriot XI, that gave the sensation of flying without actually leaving the ground. Fonck completed his pilot’s training and was sent to Ecadrille C.47 flying Caudron G.III observation aircraft.

On the 25th of May 1916, Fonck’s observer was killed by an Anti- Aircraft shell burst, a fate that almost befell Fonck a few weeks later. Fonck claimed his first victory in July 1916, but it was unconfirmed. On the 6th of August 1916, he attacked a Rumpler C.III and by manoeuvring over and around the enemy aircraft, staying clear of its field of fire, he eventually forced it to land behind the French lines for his first conformed victory, although it was shared with his observer, Lieutenant Thiberge. For this exploit he was awarded the Medialle Militaire in August 1916.

On the 17th of March 1917, Fonck scored for the second time, downing an Albatros in conjunction with his observer, Sergeant Huffer. By this time Fonck had amassed over 500hrs flying time, an incredible amount in these, the early days of aviation.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 68 )

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 68 )

  But first a little respite, get the authorities to relax their grip a little, things are getting a little too tense, lets get back to normality for a while. There are too many watchers on the streets at the moment, both Police and Vigilante’s, let things ease off for a while and their numbers may decrease.

The thing that I needed most was more information on my potential victims, the more information that I could glean both about them and their habits. The easier it would be to despatch them with a minimum of risk to my own person. My little scrape with the law had been a sharp reminder that even with my intelligence and guile, I was not invincible, much as I liked to believe.

I would send for McGinty and tell him to keep a close watch on them both, as best he could, in the hopes that at sometime during the week they were close to each other, failing that I would have to deal with them separately, but on the same day.

If this were to be the situation, after I had dispatched Liz Stride, the killing of Catherine Eddowes could well put me in danger personally. Because after the first killing, no doubt the hue and cry would ensue once more, and people of all types will be on the streets. Not a place where I would wish to be caught.

Poor Mary, how will she feel when the last of her friends are gone, who can she turn to but me, the man who in turn will destroy her!

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 22

Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 22

  ‘Now, Maude where do I start? Why are you and your ladies determined to cause trouble over our planned Zombie Weekend, what harm is it doing to you? Enquired the Mayor. ‘Well for starters, it will lower the tone of our town, we are for the most part a respectable community,’ answered Maude giving her views on the subject.

‘It is meant to be a harmless bit of fun,’ Stated the Mayor, ‘ I didn’t think you were a prude?’ ‘I’m not!’ answered Maude, ‘I can be quite outgoing, given the right circumstances.’ ‘Let’s not argue, have another brandy, and let’s discuss this like adults.’ insisted the Mayor.

Maude, who let it be said, was not much of a drinker, was now halfway down her second double brandy and was beginning to feel quite amorous towards the Mayor. The Mayor on his side wanted to seduce her and get it over with, but where and how could he start without her screaming the house down. He could be mistaken, but he thought that there was every chance that she might still be a virgin. In which case things could turn really messy.

After considering all the options, he topped up her glass once more, her eyes seemed to be having difficulty focusing and her speech was starting to slur, maybe now was the time to strike. he put his arms around her and was just about to attempt to steal a kiss, when she grasped his head in both of her hands kissing him passionately on the lips, forcing her tongue between his lips.

(C) Damian Grange 2018



Cursed Through the Generations – Excerpt 15

Cursed Through the Generations – Excerpt 15

  I ordered her to refill both glasses, which she did, still not looking in to my eyes, she seemed overawed by my presence. ‘You are a pretty girl, Elsie, do you have a sweetheart?’ I asked bluntly. ‘No! sir, not now, but I did have.’ she stated, falling in to my trap. ‘Drink your sherry, Elsie!’ I ordered her, ‘I hate to drink alone.’ she drunk her sherry thirstily, she was enjoying the taste of it.

‘Fill the glasses again, Elsie!’ I told her, ‘I’ll bet you know how to pleasure a man?’ she looked at me, a little doubtfully, and then the sherry kicked in and she began to giggle uncontrollably. ‘ I do! Sir!’ she said, then started to giggle again.

‘Would you pleasure me? Elsie, my sweet,’ I said, teasing her. She came over to where I was sat, kissed me passionately on the lips and began to unbutton my trouser front, before I had chance to protest, she had my erect manhood in her mouth, sucking at it greedily, wonderful!

I let her enjoy it for a few moments longer, then I told her to take off her breeches and lay on my desk with her legs wide open. Just like I had imagined she had sturdy thighs. She was born to be rode! She groaned as I forced myself in to her, then she rose off the desk, meeting me thrust for thrust, until we came together in a shuddering climax.

But I had not finished with her yet, I took off her top and as I had thought, she had lovely full breasts with large brown areolas and protruding nipples, There was lots more for me to enjoy, There was no urgency.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 67 )

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 67 )

  ‘Have no fears, Sergeant, He will hear nothing from me, there is however one small favour you could do for me?’ I requested. ‘Anything at all, just ask?’ Replied Sergeant Shine. ‘Would you mind terribly if you escorted me home, one near miss is enough for one night and the experience has left me a little shaky.’ I stated. ‘No problem at all, Doctor, I was heading in that general direction, in any case.’ was his reply.

The Sergeant kindly escorted me to my front door, on the way we had had a conversation and the Sergeant quite unwittingly informed me of the areas of Whitechapel and its environs that the men from the outside Divisions were covering.

All very useful information for a man with my intentions, being apprehended once was quite enough. Knowing I was a confidante of his Inspector, he gave the information quite freely. I thanked him once more and bade him farewell, and entered once again the safety of my own home.

I lay a little restless in my bed, I wasn’t unduly concerned about my little incident with the Police. I think it was more frustration that three of the whores still lived. I longed to do something a little more spectacular.

Aha! I have it, I would execute two in one day, that would make Mary sit up and take notice, and who could she turn to but me, when all of her friends are gone. But first, sleep, now that I had decided on my next step.

(C) Damian Grange 2018


Air Aces of World War One

Ltn. Josef ‘Seppi’ Veltjens – German Fighter Ace 1894 / 1943 Pt.2

Veltjens was them transferred to Royal Prussian Jasta 18 at Commanding officer Berthold’s request. The unit was at this time equipped with Albatros D.V’s and Fokker DR.1’s. Veltjens first kill with his new squadron was on 16th of September 1917, he ended 1917 with his 9th victory on the 15th of November.

He marked up his tenth kill on February 28th 1918, He was then transferred to Jasta 15, this was an interesting swap in that Berthold took all of his pilots with him when he transferred; Jasta 15 likewise so basically all that changed was number and location. this exchange meant that now Berthold, Veltjens and the rest of their comrades were now a part of Jagdgeschwader 11. Jasta 15 would soon be re- equipped with the new Fokker D.V11.

Veltjens rose to its command on the 18th of May, the same day that he scored his 13th victory. He was appointed to replace an Officer who was plotting to have the injured Berthold removed as JG11 Commander. May also saw Veltjens awarded the Knight’s Cross of the Royal House of Hohenzollern, he was also awarded the Iron Cross 1st Class.

By the 10th of August 1918, Veltjens  score had risen to 23, in the day’s fighting his score had risen by two more. It also marked the day Berthold collided with a British D.H.4 and crashed in to a house; He survived, but was hospitalised until the wars end. Veltjens shot down two Caudrons and an S.E.5a the following day.

Another Hauptmann was appointed to was appointed to his command, but Veltjens was chosen to lead JG 11 in to combat. Berthold temporarily escaped from hospital on the 12th and despite serious injuries and returned to resume command. The Commander of two days surrendered his position. Berthold was ordered the following day to turn the entire Jagdgeshwader over to Veltjens command and return to Hospital immediately. Three days later on the 16th of August, Veltjens was awarded the Pour le Merite, the highly coveted Blue Max.

His victory total stood at 31 when he went on leave leaving Oscar Freiherr von Boenigk in charge. Upon his return he resumed command of JG11 on 15th of September, only to be bumped down once again to command Jasta 15, which he did until the Armistice. he concluded the war with a total of 35 kills.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 66 )

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 66 )

  Someone must have been watching over me, just as I prepared myself for a beating, salvation appeared in the robust form of Sergeant Shine of Abberline’s Division ‘H’ ‘What do you fools think you are playing at? this is the local Doctor and a good friend of my Inspector’s,’ stated an annoyed Sergeant Shine.

‘We thought he was the Ripper!’ cried one of them, trying to make an excuse for their actions. ‘ Tell that to Old Abberline, and you’ll be mopping out cells for the next six months, if you hadn’t been in such a rush to condemn him, The Doctor would no doubt have shown you his authorisation, signed by Inspector Abberline himself.’

My three would be assailants went very subdued, but then so would I, If I was on the receiving end of Sergeant Shine’s temper, He was a tall burly man with a full beard and the voice and mannerisms of a Regimental Sergeant Major. Not a man to get the wrong side of as three very wary Constables were discovering.

He turned to me and said apologetically, ‘ I’m so sorry about this, Doctor, you are well known to all the local boys, but these clowns are from another Division, Pleas accept my apologies on behalf of Division ‘H’.

‘No harm done, Sergeant, although I believe you arrived in the nick of time to save me from a beating. But tensions are running high at the moment, they thought they were doing their duty, even though they were a little overzealous’ I replied.

‘Its very magnanimous of you to say so, Sir, If the Inspector hears about this, there will be hell to pay!’ ‘ Well, have no fear, Sergeant, he will hear nothing from me.’

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 21

Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 21

  How might she react, if he fondled her matronly bosom, would she scream the place down or melt in to his welcoming arms. Would he have his way with her or end up in a Police cell, accused of God knows what, Crimes against humanity? attempted rape?

It was all very new and confusing to the Mayor, his women knew what he wanted from them and he likewise, but Maude was single and has aspirations towards him, tonight could be very tricky, he would really have to be on his mettle or tonight could be a disaster in more ways than one.

There was a knock on the door, it would be Maude, he swiftly downed his brandy and headed for the door. Sure enough, it was Maude made up to the nines, and dressed to kill. God! what a frightening thought.

The Mayor, quaked inwardly, married women he could handle, but single women especially of a certain age, were a complete mystery to him. Everything he did or said would be taken as complete gospel, he must choose his words very carefully, he now wished he’d gone a little easier on the brandy.

‘Take a seat, Maude,’ he offered and she immediately parked herself on the sofa by his side, this completely threw the Mayor, who as usual had his game plan prepared. ‘ would you like a tot of brandy, warm you up a little!’ God he thought, did I really say that. Maude, whose night was turning out better than she expected said, ‘ Yes! please, I would love one,’ The Mayor poured her a double, thinking it might help later.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Cursed through the Generations – Excerpt 14

Cursed through the Generations – Excerpt 14

  I had been employed by her Father for about a month when Adeline told me that her Mother was going to visit her favourite Aunt, and would I mind terribly if she were to accompany her, she would only be absent for a week. I expressed my regret that I couldn’t accompany her, but she understood now that I was an employee of her Father, that certain sacrifices had to be made. They left on the following Saturday Morning, I was at work so I couldn’t see her off. All I could think about was that I had the whole week to myself.

On Saturday night, I sat in my study working on the household accounts, they were not adding up and they were seriously starting to annoy me. I needed a drink! I rang for service and Elsie appeared, I had rather hoped it would be little Josie, Josie was amenable to my advances.

I asked Elsie if she would bring me a bottle of my best sherry and two glasses, I had an idea running through my head. When she returned I studied Elsie, she looked a little older than Josie, she was pretty enough, but her features were a little coarser than Josie’s, but on the positive side she had bigger breasts and wider hips.

‘How old are you Elsie?’ I enquired. ‘I’m twenty next month, Sir! on the twelfth day. ‘And would you take a glass of sherry with me?’ I asked, ‘For your birthday’ ‘What would the Mistress think? Sir, she appeared reluctant. ‘ I am the Master here, do you wish to offend my generosity?’ I said angrily feigning annoyance. ‘I’m so sorry, Master, I gratefully accept you offer,’ I had her just how I wanted her, eyes downcast and submissive.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 65 )

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 65 )

  I often wonder how Mary feels now, is she content with her lot as a whore. Or does she wish she were back here, safe with me, but life is full of choices. And alas poor Mary, she made a very poor one, a very poor one indeed and one that will ultimately lead to her demise. But she made the choice, with no doubt a little help from her friends, but her friends are dwindling rapidly. I wonder who she will reach out too, when she is left all alone.

Last night I had, what I can only term as an awkward moment. I had been to see a sick patient at his home, when I was stopped and accosted by three Policemen. They were not local, they had obviously been drafted in from another area. I was detained, a little roughly I might add by two of them, whilst the other set himself up as my inquisitor.

I attempted to explain who I was and that I had been about my legitimate business visiting a sick patient, but they were having none of it. It seemed that they imagined themselves the heroes who had apprehended Jack the Ripper!

The more I protested my innocence, the more certain they seemed of my guilt. As you can probably imagine, a most uncomfortable situation, to say the very least. The two Constables who were holding on too me, quite forcefully, I might add, seemed to think it a fine idea to beat a confession out of me. Whilst I do not fear physical violence, I thought they were letting the situation get out of hand.

(C) Damian Grange 2018