Yesterday got an Aviatik ten meters off;
passenger shot dead by the first bullet; the plane, all in rags,
went down in slow spirals and must have been knocked flat somewhere
near Berlincourt. Heurtaux, who had seen it beginning to fall,
brought one down himself ten minutes later, like a regular ball.
On November 18 next, after going into particulars concerning his engine
which he wanted made stronger, he told M. Bechereau of his 21st and 22d
victories:
As for the 21st, it was a one-seater I murdered as it twirled in
elegant spirals down to its own landing ground. No. 22 was a 220
H.P., one of three above our lines. I came upon it unawares in a
somersault. Passenger stood up, but fell down again in his seat
before even setting his gun going. I put some two hundred or two
hundred and fifty bullets into him twenty meters away from me. He
had taken an invariable angle of 45 deg. on the first volley. When I
let him go, Adjutant Bucquet took him in hand--which would have
helped if he hadn't already been as full of holes as a strainer.
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