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Cerisy, a hamlet on the left bank of the Somme, the British antiaircraft artillery<br />
opened up at the Circus machines. Brown spotted the white puffs and headed<br />
toward them, almost immediately catching sight of the German formations. He<br />
waggled his wings and dived to the attack. At the same moment the German pilots<br />
saw the Camels and rose to meet them.<br />
From 12,000 feet seven stubby olive drab Camels howled down. May stayed<br />
behind—to watch. The attack fell first on the Kette led by Weiss. Head-on was<br />
the best way to meet an attack. That way one's own machine presented the<br />
smallest target and one could bring one's own guns to bear. The flashy Circus<br />
machines—red, yellow, white, green, blue—reared up and the patrols came<br />
together. Machine guns crackled as the flyers squeezed off their first shots simultaneously.<br />
Curling lines of tracer smoke speared through the air. The machines<br />
closed at a combined speed of two hundred miles an hour. When they came<br />
together at the first pass they broke up or down, left or right, or went through<br />
the enemy formation, then whipped around in an instant to try to get on a man's<br />
tail. The fight was a sudden, whirling explosion; a tight vicious merry-go-round.<br />
With motors full on and racketing, the aeroplanes spun around one another like<br />
a flock of noisy butterflies. A blue-tailed Tripe dived straight down out of the<br />
fight, Mellersh right after him. Two Albatros dived after Mellersh. The deafening<br />
dance continued. No man held a straight course or a steady bank for more than a<br />
second lest another man get on his tail or nail him with a deflection shot the way<br />
a hunter kills ducks by leading them. The ear grows accustomed to a steady loud<br />
noise and soon one ceases to hear it. The pilot flys along in a kind of deafening<br />
silence. So the fighter pilots of the Great War heard nothing while in the air,<br />
not the engines of other ships in formation, nor their own voices raised in<br />
shouts of anger, joy, or despair, but only the clatter of machine guns; and in a<br />
fight if they heard machine guns they knew they were the targets of the shooting.<br />
Lieutenant Mellersh had been so hotly chased by the Albatros pair from<br />
Jasta 5 that the only way he could escape was by throwing his Camel into a spin<br />
and letting it drop to zero altitude. His pursuers were put off by the spinning of<br />
the machine and Mellersh pulled out almost at ground level and hedge-hopped for<br />
British territory where he put his shot-up machine down safely inside the lines.<br />
About two miles north of Corbie the Somme, canalized as an improved waterway,<br />
makes a right-angled turn roughly south. As Mellersh passed over the course of<br />
the river he recognized Roy Brown's Camel over that right-angle bend; north<br />
of the bend he saw a red Triplane going down.<br />
Wilfred May, circling at 12,000 feet as Brown led the Camels down, had<br />
watched the fight begin with the head-on clash; saw the centrifugal explosion of<br />
machines as they came to grips; saw the whirlwind of action as they turned and<br />
began chasing tails; saw the fight settling lower and drifting west in the wind.<br />
A German machine rose up out of the fight and arched back down into it.<br />
May watched. The first Hun he had ever seen. God. What would he do if one<br />
of them came at him Another one! He dived at the machine. It was too much<br />
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