The Red Baron Page #2

Things have changed since then.

Don't you think, Baron?

Indeed, General.

He only had to shoot down 8 planes.

I had to shoot down twice as many.

We already made an exception for you, Richthofen.

You still owe us a balloon, am I right?

But because you shot down the best enemy guy...

"the unbeatable Major Hawker"

I appoint you the highest German Ace.

You take over command of 11th Squadron.

-Come with me.

-Excellent, General.

Look at this:
in the east the Tsar's forces

pose no danger to us, Gentlemen.

There wil be a revolution in Russia.

Amusing isn't it?

Lenin and his communists help the German Kaiser...

Well, the western front poses the biggest threat to us.

The English 1st and 3rd Armies are advancing

with everything they have.

And they have much to offer.

I have to get them out of there.

Step by step and day after day.

Even without Lenin's help.

Richhofen, your base will be at La Brayelles.

Northwest of Douai.

General?

Yes?

Shouldn't we be much nearer to Paris?

I mean, you have said two months ago

that we would be there in ten days.

Manfred!

The high command has given you a big responsibility,

young man.

Much greater than this medal.

You are not only responsible for the men under your command.

That's not why we have promoted you.

You were chosen to be the symbolic commander

of all flying units.

You are an idol because of your courage, honor and perseverance.

A symbol for the German superiority.

Pilots are like gods, Richthofen.

After the death of Boelcke the troops have lost their hero.

And if the enemy can shoot down our gods than it is...

not a very good motivation for all our

"ground workers" in the trenches, huh?

Gods don't die.

Do we understand each other?

Yes Sir.

Good.

You can leave now, gentlemen.

General?

Yes?

Go on.

Can we perhaps have some croissants,

butter, marmalade and coffee?

Richthofen's parental home, Schweidnitz, Germany

There you are!

Good morning mother.

I assume you've had a pleasant journey?

For how long are you going to wear

this old jacket, Manfred?

-There he is!

-Cousin, brother!

May I see it?

Sure, it's in the bag.

Look, he still has the old jacket, mother.

Come on!

I've already told him...

Stop harrassing me with your jacket!

Give me a hug.

-I still think that the jacket...

-Mom!

Welcome home, son.

They all came here in honour of our son.

And what are they doing... play with the plane.

Like young boys.

Do you think my brothers will ever become adults?

Sweet little boys.

Let them play.

As long as they still can.

You told me you could fly.

But I can!

Wait until I sit in a real one.

You will see.

Richthofen's Squadron 11, Douai, France

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