[B][I]December 28, 1915[/I][/B]
[I]Night is falling. I'm tired of guarding my plane. It's cold and I'm shaking for hours. Finally the truck arrives. Thorsten, Tobias and Sven jump from it. Thorsten grabs my arm with friendship and a big smile in his face. "When the soldier you sent arrived at the 'drome and told us you were here and well we almost kissed him." I laughed loud. "Help me load the remains of the plane and let's get to the mess. I'm starving." [/I]
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