Aldi was sitting in the cockpit of his Albatros. The engine was running and getting warmed up. He looked around. Despite the ground crew's best efforts to get rid of it, Aldi could still spot blood stains here and there. The memory of the last mission was still fresh in his mind and playing in the back of his head. He was not afraid to go back up, in fact he was glad to be back flying, but he'd rather spend his time with Käte. A beautiful memory fading away with the motor vibrations becoming stable and uniform, letting him know they are ready to begin their mission. Now his duty is to serve the Fatherland and the Fatherland requires of him to escort two DFWs on reconnaissance mission over the Front. As his flight and the recon planes were gaining altitude Aldi could see a large battle south of Ypres unfolding before him. Large clouds of smoke and dust covering the battlefield and the carnage raging there.
He thought of the men fighting below. How many of them will end up in the hospital? How many of them will be lucky enough to be cared for by Käte? How many of them will be unlucky to never have met her? How many will never even reach the hospital, but lie there in the dirt rotting for eternity? He could not imagine the numbers. The flight was uneventful but useful nonetheless, not just for the intelligence they've helped gather, but for Aldi as well. To confirm that he is still useful to his Jasta, and healthy and strong enough to do it.
"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys, The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain, From out of my arse take the camshaft, And assemble the engine again."