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WWII Epicly GodLike Jun 26 2010, 02:01 PM Post #1
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[ Bio's Plus theory's, Diarys, Or thoughts = chapters , Can be placed underneath ]

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WWII Epicly GodLike Jun 26 2010, 02:41 PM Post #2
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Manfred Von Ricthofen " RED BARON "

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Born: 2 May 1892 ( He's 30 at the moment , So idc about dates forget it )

Birthplace: Breslau, Germany

Best Known As: WW I / WWII flying ace known as "The Red Baron" to the French he was the "Red Devil." As his reputation grew, the "Red Knight of Germany" painted the fuselage of his aircrafts , bright red to flaunt his prowess in the air.

Entering Momentum : Baron Manfred von Richthofen was the most famous flying ace of World War I, With a sub fame in World War 2.

Becoming A Big Boy: he became a national hero for his derring-do in the skies. In June of 1917 he was made commander of the first independent fighter wing, Jagdgeshwader I.

First Rank: Rittmeister

Current Rank: Kompanie Führer

Victories: 80
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Home Location : RICHTHOFEN CASTLE , castle was built by the uncle and Godfather of famed pilot Manfred von Richthofen (a.k.a. The Red Baron).The castle was designed after the von Richthofen castle in Germany, Both castles home to Manfred Von Richthofen. 1 In Poland And 1 In Germany.


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Day Three - Wrong Date
"Slowly we approached the hostile squadron. It could not escape us. We had intercepted it, for we were between the Front and our opponents. If they wished to go back they had to pass us. We counted the hostile machines. They were seven in number. We were only five. All the Englishmen flew large bomb-carrying two-seaters. In a few seconds the dance would begin".

"Boelcke ( Scribbled Name ) had come very near the first English machine but he did not yet shoot. I followed. Close, to me were my comrades. The Englishman nearest to me was traveling in a large boat painted with dark colors. I did not reflect very long but took my aim and shot. He also fired and so did I, and both of us missed our aim. A struggle began and the great point for me was to get to the rear of the fellow because I could only shoot forward with my gun. He was differently placed for his machine gun was movable. It could fire in all directions".

Apparently he was no beginner, for he knew exactly that his last hour had arrived at the moment when I got at the back of him. At that time I had not yet the conviction "He must fall!" which I have now on such occasions, but on the contrary, I was curious to see whether he would fall. There is a great difference between the two feelings. When one has shot down one's first, second or third opponent, then one begins to find out how the trick is done.

"My Englishman twisted and turned, going criss-cross. I did not think for a moment that the hostile squadron contained other Englishmen who conceivably might come to the aid of their comrade. I was animated by a single thought: "The man in front of me must come down, whatever happens." At last a favorable moment arrived. My opponent had apparently lost sight of me. Instead of twisting and turning he flew straight along. In a fraction of a second I was at his back with my excellent machine. I give a short series of shots with my machine gun. I had gone so close that I was afraid I might dash into the Englishman. Suddenly, I nearly yelled with joy for the propeller of the enemy machine had stopped turning. I had shot his engine to pieces; the enemy was compelled to land, for it was impossible for him to reach his own lines. The English machine was curiously swinging to and fro. Probably something had happened to the pilot. The observer was no longer visible. His machine gun was apparently deserted. Obviously I had hit the observer and he had fallen from his seat".

"The Englishman landed close to the flying ground of one of our squadrons. I was so excited that I landed also and my eagerness was so great that I nearly smashed up my machine. The English flying machine and my own stood close together. I rushed to the English machine and saw that a lot of soldiers were running towards my enemy. When I arrived I discovered that my assumption had been correct. I had shot the engine to pieces and both the pilot and observer were severely wounded. The observer died at once and the pilot while being transported to the nearest dressing station. I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave". ( Manfred Frequently Uses The Term English Man Btw )



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