The Red Baron Page #3

January 1917

Always attack while having the sun behind you.

Don't shoot too soon.

It only warns your enemy and does nothing else.

The best firing distance is 50 meters. Not more.

But always remember:

Our objective is to shoot down planes, not pilots.

Stop shooting when the plane is already going down.

Gentlemen, we are sportsmen.

Not butchers.

- Merci

- De rien

Gentlemen!

This is my chief mechanic...

Corporal Reuber.

Dismissed!

Captain!

Stop clicking your heels, Wentzke.

Yes Sir!

-Hi.

-Oh, i almost forgot...

Whoever doesn't shoot down at

least one plane during the next weeks

will be fired.

German field hospital, St.Nicholas, Belgium

the next day.

Lieutenant!

This is a hospital, who do you think you are?

I'm dreadfully sorry.

Did you know him well?

I still don't know your name...

Kte Otersdorf

Un nom allemand, a german name?

My father was German, my mother is Belgian.

I see.

I love these french cigarettes.

You are...

...a very beautiful woman.

I hoped to see you again.

And that you would perhaps wear my scarf.

I will get it for you.

I wasn't able to wash out all of the stains.

Mademoiselle!

Have I done something wrong to you?

Am I not worthy of an answer

or do you hate all men?

Hate?

I don't hate you.

Hate is men's business.

But you are angry aren't you?

There is somebody else's blood on your scarf.

But it seems not to bother you.

I'm scared of men like you because I can't

understand why you are like that.

And when I'm scared I get angry.

And now I'd like you to leave me alone.

Wait, WAIT.

Imagine you were there now.

Like a falcon.

And you look down.

The wind is blowing in your face.

The smell and the noise of the engine and propeller.

There you can let yourself fall.

You can climb, do a barrell roll...

Freedom

That's what humans always dreamed of.

I already dreamed about it as a little dude.

But the best thing is:

Hunting!

The battle.

The GAME!

It's like a match.

A tournament, just like in sports.

Tennis won't kill you.

Your silly dreams were the reason

for your friend's death.

No, I don't hate you, Baron.

I just pity you.

Give me a break, Gentlemen!

It can't be that hard...

to paint a f***ing plane!

It was an order!

Reuber!

Manfred...

What's the matter with you?

What do you want with this stupid coloring?

The High Army Command will crucify you!

I don't care about the High Command.

And you better stop questioning my orders.

I just think it's a mistake.

They will see you already from 100 km away.

We are completely losing our element of surprise.

I don't want to surprise anybody, Sternberg.

I want them to be scared.

Captain! Lieutenant Kurt Wolff reporting in.

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