Secret Air Stories: Snowdon le Cornu adventures

Captain Le Cornu made a perfect three-point landing on his home base at Maranique, France, when he returned from a chilly dawn patrol in his sector over the trenches.
It had been a dull and dismal patrol without any sight of a German.
Snowy, as he was usually known, was looking forward to his breakfast as his Camel rolled towards camouflaged hangers. He switched off the contact and closed the fuel supply.
Numb with cold, with the help of a mechanic, who had rushed towards the machine, he jumped out of the tiny cockpit onto the grass.

"The kite's still pulling a bit to the right, Wyatt. I want the lads to have another good look at it today," he told the mechanic, taking off his flying gauntlets.
"Yes, Sir," replied the mechanic. "We'll do that straight away," and with two other mechanics he manoeuvred the Camel into the hanger.

Snowy walked towards the office of the intelligence officer and made his report on the dawn patrol. From there, he went straight to the officer's mess to attack his breakfast with well-deserved gusto.
Just as he was sinking his teeth into a banger, somebody tapped him on his shoulder.
"Good morning, old lad," said a familiar voice behind him. "Any news today?"