It is peculiar that so many of my opponents catch fire. The others, in jest, say it is mental suggestion; they say all I need do is attack one of the enemy and he catches fire or, at least, loses a wing.
The last few days we had poor weather. Nothing to do.
THE LAST REPORTS
October 20, 1916
At 10:30 in the morning, five of my men and I attacked a squadron of six F.-E. biplanes, coming from D. The machine I attacked fell in its own lines after first losing its observer.
It is lying, a wreck, five hundred meters west of A.
October 22, 1916