The Red Baron: A World War I Novel - Plot & Excerpts
He was in a cloud, in his cockpit, but there was no sound. The engine dead, his propeller made a languid rotation before stopping. Manfred removed his goggles and looked around. A gray abyss surrounded him, sunlight diffused evenly through the bleak sky. There was wet grass beneath his plane, a frame of reference that extended only a few feet. He leapt from the plane, his breathing the only sound. A yellow smudge appeared in the fog, undulating of its own accord. The grass field beneath him seemed to expand as the fog pulled away. More yellow spots, joined by red lights and columns of black smoke emerged in the distance. “Hello?” he said. The fog retreated from the closest light, revealing an F.E.2b, the engine crackling with flames. The upper wings and struts had surrendered to the flames. The body of a pilot lay next to the wreck, squashed from the impact with the ground.
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