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climb all the way to ceiling going toward the sun, turn, and with the sun on their<br />
backs, dive at the balloons. The dive from height, if they were lucky, gave the<br />
pilots the advantage of surprise and they made their attacks before the balloons<br />
could be reeled in. The speed of the dive, again if they were lucky, threw off the<br />
ground gunners, and the Spads could get away by hugging the ground after pullout,<br />
although sometimes, and this happened to Waddington, they had to run<br />
through a curtain of enemy fire at the end of the dive.<br />
He flamed one balloon with a burst of only six rounds. He knew exactly<br />
because the guns jammed after that first burst.<br />
One day during a balloon attack Waddington narrowly escaped disaster. In<br />
company with Jacques Ehrlich, also of Spa 154, he was beginning his firing pass.<br />
Ehrlich, wishing to close up to Waddington, misjudged the distance because Waddington<br />
had inadvertently placed himself in the sun, whose rays dazzled Ehrlich.<br />
The two Spads came together and Ehrlich's propeller tore off half of Waddington's<br />
wing, the propeller itself being splintered in the collision. Ehrlich switched<br />
off instantly and glided toward the lines, landing safely in French territory. Waddington's<br />
Spad plunged down in<br />
a vicious spin from which he managed to recover<br />
at only a few hundred feet from the ground. He too switched off, and with his<br />
aeroplane barely under control, came in for a safe landing in a vineyard near<br />
Rheims. A truck from the aerodrome collected Waddington and his<br />
mechanics replaced the wing on the aeroplane, which he flew<br />
day.<br />
Spad, and the<br />
again the following<br />
One of Waddington's last fights took place on October 2, 1918, following<br />
his transfer to Spa 31. Flying over the plains of Champagne he and Capitaine<br />
Reverchon spotted and attacked a squadron of eight Fokkers. At the start of<br />
the fight Capitaine Reverchon was hit, his aeroplane set on fire, and man and<br />
machine disappeared in a terrific explosion when they hit the ground in the midst<br />
of the shell craters. Waddington got one of the German fighters under his guns<br />
for a split second and the Fokker burst into flames, another blazing torch falling<br />
from the same piece of sky as Capitaine Reverchon.<br />
Waddington was sorely beset, and his aeroplane was being shot to pieces.<br />
He dropped away in a tailspin then in a series of "falling leaves" to throw off<br />
the Germans pursuing him. Almost over the French lines the Fokkers withdrew;<br />
their bullets had been rattling like hail all through his aeroplane. He piled up on<br />
the sandbags barely 60 feet inside the lines,<br />
miraculously unhurt. Not counting the<br />
hits in the motor, there were over 200 holes in the fuselage, wings and tail of<br />
the Spad.<br />
In the closing months of the war, the single-seat fighters were nearly all<br />
equal and all good. Man had taken his biggest step since he had learned to walk<br />
he had stepped into the sky. In the 15 years since Kittyhawk, and really in the<br />
four since the outbreak of the war, aeroplanes had progressed from powered<br />
gliders—unpredictable and almost uncontrollable—to dependable, adaptable, modern<br />
airplanes. Since that time, airplanes have grown bigger and more powerful,<br />
but the difference is merely quantitative, not qualitative. For his business in the<br />
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