1917. Bloody April in the skies over the wartorn fields of France. You pull back on the rudder and your Sopwith responds, climbing into the headwind. The wind picks up speed as you climb higher and higher above the churning, smoking battlefields below. You look down at the ground below you, which has been transformed by war from a land of plenty to one of famine and death. A German Zeppelin floats menacingly, spitting fire in all directions. In the distance, you see another Zeppelin approaching too. This one appears to have been hit by a cannon shell and is now burning fiercely in mid-air. You ignore the airships, they're too high for your ceiling anyway. Your unit has been assigned to run interference for the enemy fighters, so you swoop down in a wide, angular dive into the fray of the dogfight.
A Fokker presents itself, and you press on the trigger, releasing a swirl of bullets from your guns. Sparks burst from the Fokker's right wing as its tip explodes, and the plane spirals out of control into the ground below.
Bloody April is taking its toll. The skies over France are dismal and chaotic, filled with acrid smoke from the explosions of German and British shells. Through the smoke, you catch a glimpse of the famed, telltale red plane. Your heart sinks,