I know right? It's May 1915 and I'm delivering ordnance in "Pin the tail on the donkey fashion" from a flying French brothel at 8,500ft in airspace soon to be thick with murderous #%&*$# Eindeckers.

At least the beastly Froggy sun won't blemish my fair skin, not while I'm safely under my parasol!

Disclaimer: I'm not prejudiced against the French, Belgians, Germans or anyone in particular. (Especially if they make good beer) I'm just writing in the parlance of the times.

Let's pretend I got the BWOC badge to embed here.

Wenn ihr sieg im deine Kampf selbst gegen, wirst stark wie Stahl sein.
"The best techniques are passed on by the survivors." - Gaiden Shinji