The trip to Douai went by in a hazy fast flash wave for BurnHard. The angry skies had held off for the most part and soon he was above his home airfield.

Landed just fine and was thankful for no equipment mishaps. Reported in to the Kommandant, found his bunk, met his squadmates, and crashed. He awoke half thinking his days journey had been a bad dream.

His squad is small and soon he learned much about all six of them as he shared the 15lbs of sausage Fritz had stashed below his seat.
In the next couple days he flew some around the airfield and made a trip to the nearby front lines. He often thought about funeral pyres when he saw observation balloons.