Thought I'd have some quiet flying for the evening, and so I activated my Jasta 19 pilot at Buhl-Lorraine, Alsace.
Well, that was miles off - those Frenchies there gave me a hard time! Although we literally jumped them, they
turned with the speed and grace of swallows, and I really had to earn my victory.
Then - don't halloo 'till you're out of the wood! - came their ace! He had been waiting in the glaring sun. He shot
me up, it was hell. I saw a fireball overtaking me and I thought "Hey, what's that? A meteor?"
But it was my own Daimler Benz engine, which he had shot out of it's compartment!!!
Well, I made it gliding down and landing in one piece, thanks to Helmut Kranich - my wingman save the rest of
my Albatros and me. Who said, Alsace was quiet? Not in my sector, in June 1917!!!