The Red Baron Page #5

I don't want to die only because your

brother is too ambitious.

And I also don't want

to see you kick the bucket.

Berlin, German imperial capital, May 1917

Good morning dear Hindenburg.

Ach, and my friend von Hppner.

Welcome to Berlin.

It seems the young man

is already more famous than...

what was his name?

-Oswald Boelcke, your majesty.

-Yes.

We need men like him.

I think...

we should promote you once again.

You are a real hero.

I guess he can hardly keep

the young Fruleins at bay?

There aren't many fans

at 3000 meters altitude, your majesty.

Company, attention!

Are you ready, gentlemen?

Douai, Military Train Station,

German Occupied Territory

Move on!

Don't be so slow.

Move on.

Captain!

What shall we do now?

I could run them over.

Put the f***ing gun away.

What did he say?

He wants the Captain's signature.

Ready!

Go!

-Ready!

-Go!

How did you know?

I thought you lost yours recently.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Bodenschatz! Welcome!

My new adjutant.

Kurt Wolff

-Pleased to meet you.

-I've heard much about you.

Thanks.

Orders, Sternberg, orders.

My new commanding officer is the same man

whom I commanded myself not too long ago.

How are the flying conditions over here?

I've heard that you have to deal

with massive allied forces here?

More than massive.

While we produce 10 German planes

they unload 100 planes at the french coast.

Let them come.

We'll have to shoot them by the hundreds.

Our bro Lothar...

British offensive near Ypres, Belgium

No! Damn!

Bastards!

F***ing moles.

I consider myself lucky that

I didn't get caught in one of their holes, too.

Your sense of tact is flattering me.

You perfect landing with shredded rudders

is already shameful enough for me.

I wanted to take a look at your Sopwith.

Brand new huh?

It was, earlier...

The infamous Red Baron, I assume?

Haven't I shot you down already last year?

Yes, you have.

How come that you fly again?

Your prison camps are pretty comfortable

but they have no airfields.

I would have died without your help last year.

Thank you.

I didn't save your live.

True.

Without her help I would have never

made it back into a plane.

She's an awesome woman.

She nursed me for weeks.

Did you get your scarf back?

What now?

We could fight a duel with our pistols.

If I shot you I would become famous, too.

I haven't got my pistol with me.

But you better close your holster

or you might lose your pistol, too.

How long have you already been in Europe?

Since Mother England asked her children for help.

I mean us, the English Colonies.

Well, the whole war seems to be a family affair.

Especially you aristocrats seem to love it.

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