Oh no! Not Swany!

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Sorry to hear the last of the “A’s” is gone. The journey has ended for the troubled Minnesotan. He is at peace now, together with his other two friends. A story that will be difficult to forget. Nurse Mead got the shortest end of the stick in the end. Will she ever fall for another pilot? It is doubtful.
Do the Huns even realize what they have done? It is doubtful.
Major Swanson, off you go to find a comfortable spot on that cloud and look on. The war continues. The stories of young men pitting themselves against each another in the unforgiving skies continue. The life continues.
R.I.P. Randolph A. Swanson

11 June, 1917 08:45
St-Quentin-le-Petit, Marne Sector
Jasta 17
Feldwebel Zygmunt Dolf Hahn
No confirmed kills

Ziggy learned the bad news in the morning. His claim of yesterday’s Luftsieg has been denied. No unit could confirm witnessing his victory. The crestfallen youngster was being consoled by Feldwebel Wolff.
“- Look at it this way, Junge. Killing people is not something you want to keep a record of. Do you want to be famous for murdering people? Ja I know, it is war but shooting people dead is still murder. No matter how you justify it. Try to bring them down in one piece, your conscience will be clear and you will have your proof, without any need for witnesses, ja?”
Ziggy wasn’t convinced. What Jakob suggested only made his job harder. He just wanted to be in the newspapers, have his own Sanke post card, enjoy ladies fainting at the sound of his name, have all men he passes on the street clamour to shake his hand, children sing songs about him. He wanted to bathe in champagne. The usual things every Flieger craves. For now, he’ll just have to be patient. What does that old man know anyway?
Their task this morning was to patrol friendly front lines near Reims.
They were just getting on the way. They haven’t even reached their initial waypoint when the Schwarmfürher Strasser broke formation and everyone followed. Motor kaputt? No, much worse! A gaggle of Nieuport scouts descended on Schwarm Eins and some remnants decided to go after Zwei as well. Ziggy noticed one coming at him on his port side. The snail eater passed underneath and continued on, chasing after one of Ziggy’s flight mates. That suited Hahn just fine. He latched on to his tail and commenced his hunt. There was something odd about how this Nieuport was flying. He seemed to enjoy flying inverted. Was it a ruse? Was Ziggy about to fall into a trap? The enemy continued his strange dance, which allowed The Albatros to catch up. Hahn aimed at the French machine and fired. He hit him and continued his pursuit. Few more hits, the Nieuport was getting out of shape. He then attempted to get away in a dive, but Ziggy zeroed in and sent volley after volley. The Franzmann never pulled up. Zygmunt saw this and pulled another loop above the vanquished enemy’s burning wreck. Someone had to see this one. He was so close to his aerodrome.

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"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."