Drogo had finally returned to Jasta 7. There were a lot of new faces in the Jasta. Mostly green pilots fresh from flight school. “They will have to grow up quick” thought Drogo. He was surprised to learn that Goering had transferred out. “Good riddance” Drogo knew he more than likely saved his life by driving off the unsuspecting Spad that eventually sent him to the hospital but he was almost as certain it was the thought of another victory and not saving a fellow flier that was his motivation. His father and mother had visited while he was convalescing. It was good to see them after so long even if it pained him to see his mother so concerned. “Don’t worry mother, it will take more than a stray French bullet to do me in” he had told her. His father showed nothing but pride in his son. He had been mentioned in the local paper as an “up and coming flier” with 6 victories.
The Kommandant had told him his new machine would be an Albatros DI. Drogo could not wait to get back into the air in the newest machine. He still walked with a limp and still used a cane but that would not stop him from getting back in the air.
“Good to see you back Drogo!” His friend Marconnay had exclaimed. “It’s good to be back” Drogo replied with a smile. “We have a few new chicks to look after it seems” Marconnay added. Drogo looked around the room. “Yes, it would seem so.”
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