Fullofit: Nice tactics, great videos! Your rear gunner's a little picky about his shots though
MFair: What a start for James! Don't get too carried away though, it's dangerous up there!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - A FRENCH SENDOFF....
Konrad Berthold von Blumenthal August 14th, 1916. Sivry-sur-Meuse, Verdun. Fokkerstaffel Sivry
Konrad awoke to find himself bathed in sweat, laid on a stretcher between rows of wounded soldiers, mostly French. A chorus of groans and occasional howls of pain came from the men inside the tent. Konrad immediately became aware of a tingling sensation in his left leg. With great difficulty, he pushed down with his elbows and raised his head as best he could. He couldn't see his leg at all, only a bloodied mess of bandages where his kneecap should have been. An orderly came by and gently pressed on Konrad's shoulders, encouraging him to lay back down.
"A doctor will attend to you soon. Just wait, please". The orderly spoke quite good German, thought Konrad. However, a sudden surge of immense pain tore through his body and interrupted his thoughts as he let out an involuntary cry. The orderly administered something from a syringe and Konrad soon felt himself drifting off.
Sadly, he was never to regain consciousness. He died of his injuries from the crash. The war had taken another victim. The villainous Von Berthold was buried in a field on the outskirts of Verdun and a note was dropped by French airmen over the Sivry field with news to that effect.
"Good", said Kirmeier when he received word about Konrad's demise. "Not a nice man, actually".