12th September, Over Dixmude.
Wing Commander Samson was flying again, he had taken his aircraft off from a strip near Ostend, he was aiming to fly across the advancing German forces to find the extent of their advance.
He had flown over Staden two days before, the German cavalry occupying the town had reacted quickly, firing up at his aircraft with both rifles and machine guns. He had swept in low coming from the Northwest, his observer had been trying to take photographs and was wholly surprised when some of the fire hit the aircraft, he dropped the camera over the side, his clumsiness explained by the shooting and his own consequential wound. The aircraft was also damaged, the crew took two days to patch up the bullet holes and repair both the engine and replace the damaged landing gear, the aircrafts fitter had commented to Samson that had the bullet hit either the engine or the landing gear a few inches either side one or the other or both may have failed.
Air reconnaissance had been flown as much as his aircraft could manage and when he wasn’t flying Samson had been leading his armoured cars out on improvised raids harrying the flanks of the advancing cavalry. The armoured trucks with their extemporised mounting had proven to be effective but fragile. Samson felt he did not have enough schrapnel, most of the shells he had being the relatively ineffective common shells. The common shells had been murderously efficient against a poorly sited howitzer which his cars had encountered, with one hit striking the caisson and blowing it up, killing or wounding the entire crew, his men quickly hooking the damaged gun up and towing it back to the British Lines as a prize of war. Samson was fighting a rear-guard action against a persistent artillery officer who wanted to take it away and look at it.
The flight had already yielded valuable intelligence, the German cavalry had advanced ever further than he expected, they appeared to be almost in Dixmude, at this rate they would be on the coast tomorrow. The flying conditions were excellent clear air and little wind, with plenty of fuel in hand Samson elected to fly over Lille, and then scout the forward edge of the German advance.
Their advance had already effectively severed the tenuous links between the elements of the BEF. The RNAS had no aircraft operating with the rest of the BEF they were all on the Belgian coast, but in the small world of British airmen he knew the commander of No 2 Squadron who was operating near Mons. He would have facilities to develop the photographs, Samson’s new unwounded observer had taken and would be able to ensure that they were shared with BEF HQ.
With that decision made Samson flew on, careful to remain high enough to be above all but the luckiest of rifle fire.