November 9th and 10th were interesting days 
for the Squadron. On November 9th, 48 hours’ flying was done, and on the 10th, 36 hours. Eleven combats took place and the Squadron got its first Hun. This was a “Roland” shot down over Bapaume by Flight Sub.-Lieut. Galbraith, flying Sopwith “Pup” No. 5193.
At this link, read the extracts from the Squadron Diary, which
give very good illustrations of the trials, difficulties and triumphs
which went to make up a day’s flying at this period of the war:
The month of November was made up of days similar to the above, interspersed with periods of very had weather, sometimes fog but more often wind and rain. Our first casualty occurred on November 23rd when Hope failed to return from an offensive patrol. We heard subsequently that he died of wounds, in Germany.
On December 1st, we lost the services of Galbraith who had a breakdown in health and was sent away for a rest. He came to the Squadron with an established reputation as a fighting pilot and his work with us was beyond praise. No Hun retreated too far behind the line and no formation was too formidable for this stout hearted Canadian to attack. He had remarkable courage and brains and, although a curious sort of fellow who took a bit of understanding, he was a jolly good chap right through.
November ended and December began with a succession of fogs, but we had a Fine spell on the 4th, and a busy day. We started off by providing an escort for a bomb raid by No. 23 Squadron. The objective was an aerodrome near Bahagnies and the bombing force consisted of eight F.E.s each carrying four 20-lb. Hales bombs with an escort of three Sopwith “Pups” flying at 13,000 feet, and four De Haviland “Pusher” Scouts from No. 32 Squadron flying at 10,000 feet, After the raid, the bombing formation, accompanied by Goble and Little in Sopwith "Pups," did an offensive patrol over the area Mory, Morchies, Velu and Ytres. Never previously had there been so many Huns about and Goble and Little were scrapping all the forenoon. Goble got one down and forced others to land and also broke up several formations. The cold was intense, and to add to Goble’s discomfort, he was continually sick. So this morning’s work was particularly praiseworthy. We heard nothing of Little until long after he was due back, and then he just blew in from nowhere, as was his wont. Apparently whilst fighting a “Halberstadt” his gun had jambed and he was forced to land close to our trenches. He managed to clear the jamb, went up again,
