Blackronin

[B][I]September 3, 1939[/I][/B]

Joaquim arrived late August at my doorstep. I was surprised. "What are you doing here, my friend?" "Trying to enter Soviet Union", he said with a tired voice. I nodded. "But now that's unimportant. You must get me to fly with you Polish", he continued in a harsh voice. I was surprised again. "Why?" I gave him a drink. "Don't you understand, Andrzej?! They're coming." "The German?" He laughed. ...

[B][I]December 15, 1915[/I][/B]

I wake up and fall again and again into darkness and fever for the last two weeks. Cold soft hands keep my hope and sanity when I feel them in my head. Rita's soft voice brings me back from feverish nightmares and from time to time my comrades come visit me. The bomber pilots have been here. I heard them, like in a dream, recounting my last mission to Rita. They brought me a present. "They brought you a present", I heard Rita telling me, ...

[B][I]November 28, 1915[/I][/B]

The wind subsided suddenly over the front. And the weather got better with sunny cold days and no clouds. Then the orders came yesterday. I had to escort one of the new big bombers to make a bomb run into a small village where the French high command was staying for a big meeting. The information was very accurate and we had a small window of opportunity. A big fat and strange new kind of bomber landed in our aerodrome in late afternoon and was promptly ...

[B][I]November 22, 1915[/I][/B]

For more than two weeks now the wind has been blowing without stopping. No flying. Drinking. Waiting. Checking planes and talking about tactics. I was able to put my hands on a camera and take some photos. I also had a photo taken of me:

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Tobias Newmann kept to himself after his first ...

[I][B]June, 13 1940[/B][/I]

"What's the long face, Joachim? Bad news?" "More or less Dave..." "I hope everything will work well for you. Is it that a letter from the Soviet Union?" "Yes." "Kyte! Kyte! Come here quickly. And bring that bottle of gin your uncle sent you! I think we'll learn a little more about our... aaah... international friend here!" "I'm coming!" "So, Joachim, share your pains with us, your comrades ...