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Portrait of Eddie Rickenbacker Eddie Rickenbacker,  Fighting the Flying Circus — Chapter 27 (1919)

“ White had searched long and earnestly for the balloon that he desired to attack. He thought himself hopelessly lost in the darkness, when off to one side he distinguished the dark outline of what he thought was his balloon. Immediately redressing his machine he tipped downwards and began plugging furious streams of flaming bullets into his target. He made a miscalculation in his distance and before he could swerve away from the dark mass ahead of him his machine had plunged straight through it! ”
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Portrait of Eddie Rickenbacker Eddie Rickenbacker,  Fighting the Flying Circus — Chapter 27 (1919)

“ With one long burst the fight was over. The Fokker fell over onto one wing and dropped aimlessly to earth. It was too dark to see the crash, and moreover I had all thoughts of my victory dissipated by a sudden ugly jerk to my motor which immediately developed into a violent vibration. As I turned back towards Verdun, which was the nearest point to our lines, I had recurring visions of crashing down into Germany to find myself a prisoner. This would be a nice ending to our glorious balloon expedition! ”
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Portrait of Eddie Rickenbacker Eddie Rickenbacker,  Fighting the Flying Circus — Chapter 27 (1919)

“ My victory over the Fokker made it eleven victories to be credited us for this hour's work. And we had not lost a single pilot!
As the jubilant and famished pilots crowded into the mess hall one could not hear a word through all the excited chatter. Each one had some strange and fearful adventure to relate about his morning's experiences. But the tale which aroused howls of laughter was the droll story told by Lieutenant White of the 147th Squadron.
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