MFair, Herr Ganz is carving through the Entente pilots like a hot knife through bratwurst. I shudder to think what will happen when Swany finally pays Jasta 6 a visit. Who will come out on top? Congrats on the latest confirmed claims.
Carrick, congrats on finally getting a confirmation. That’s some fishing!
Lou, I had to wipe my screen clean to make sure all those specks were enemy planes. Yep, they are all Huns and not dust bunnies. Glad Swany came out of that furball in one piece.
It was dark. Mulberry’s head hurt. His ears were ringing. His whole body was in pain. Why couldn’t he see? He tried to raise his hand to his eyes. He was too weak to even do that. He could hear voices, but couldn’t understand. Was it German? He could only catch some words but he didn’t understand any of it. “Blutverlust”. “Lebend”. He tried to remember what happened. The Hun behind him was firing. Toby had nowhere to go. He was too low to maneuver. The engine lost power. Trees came into view. With last ounce of will he righted his plane and landed hard. Blood was everywhere. He lost consciousness. He was here now. Where is here? How long ago? He was fading. Anne’s face was floating in front of his. “I love you.” He looked down at her bare breasts. Were they hers or his? Everything was dissolving into darkness. “I ... Blutverlust ... love ... Lebend ... you” He was sleeping.
"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."
