Fallen on the nose

“Dear Mum!

A few days ago, I crashed my Fokker. The spectators were quite astonished when I crawled out of the wreckage completely unharmed after quite a while. My good friend Zeumer is already feeling a little better. First he was shot down by the French and only suffered a few minor grazes, then three days later he broke his thigh in a very silly accident. I am thinking of going to Boelcke and becoming his pupil. I always need a change. It would be something new and no deterioration for me.”