I'm not even half through it yet - I read only one letter per day.
He was able to write in a way that I can see everything before my inner eyes.
Reading it, I'm actually there, by the canal bank for some swimming; in the air after the washout signal,
rushing around the big clouds, chasing my own shadow; and in the short, but intense moments of fight.
It is a "joy-read" for a German, because I could not sense any personal antagonism, nor does he seem
to be "propaganda-tuned". He even hates to see flamers; yes, I think he was a very human nature.
And so I find myself wishing the best for him during his scraps.
An easy read, and a most enjoyable one - the very best I've come across so far.