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[I][B]February 23, 1916[/B][/I]

[I]"You don't seem too happy about your new plane, Joachim..." "I am, Leonhard. Very happy and moved..." "But you look sad. Or worried. Well, you'll offend your mechanics if you keep that face... They spent a lot of their free time painting your new bird..." "Oh no! They know I'm grateful! I already thanked them. I offered each one of them a bottle of the schnapps my father sent me..." "I see... Good. So ...

[B][I]February 13, 1916[/I][/B]

[I]"Rittmeister Jan Schlesinger, can I come in?" "Yes, yes, do come in." "Thank you sir." "At easy... What can I do for my best mechanic?" "I am sorry for intruding at this hour Rittmeister Jan Schlesinger, but..." "Yes. Go on, go on." "It's about Oberleutnant Lisbon, sir..." "Yes?! What's about him?" "He's looking gloomy after the death of young Thorsten... I mean ...

[B][I]January 25, 1916[/I][/B]

"Wearing my flight coat, Rita?" "Ah! You're back! One more French dead, hei?!" "Yes. I gained one more kill..." "Are you collecting prizes?" "We keep score, yes." "Keeping score on dead people? That is something to be proud of, isn't it?" "They're enemy planes that we fight against, Rita... What's with you?" "I don't know. It's the cold, I guess..." "Yes. It's freezing. ...

[I][B]January 25, 1916[/B][/I]

[I]With the new French planes, the enemy was becoming more adventurous in their raids. Our balloons, that were pretty much left alone in the previous months were now being harassed daily. But the high command was still adverse to protect them properly. We were warned that a flight of French planes were crossing the lines and probably moving against one of our balloons. We've scrambled up to meet them, Leutnant Sven Michelson and me. Our cold engines ...

[B][I]January 17, 1916[/I][/B]

[I]Finally the weather opened enough for us to fly. Having lost my plane I had to take another one. The weather was so cold that only my plane´s engine started. I went alone to make a sweep over the front. When I first saw them I thought that a scout was escorting a photo recon biplane. I was wrong. At the time I wasn't aware but this was the newest French scout. Le Nieuport Bebe." [/I]

They weren't immediately aware of me.
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