Manfred von Richthofen, a.k.a. the Red Baron (seated in the cockpit of the Albatros D. III) with Jasta 11, including his brother Lothar (seated on the ground), April 23rd, 1917. Von Richthofen was a German WWI ace-of-aces (officially credited with 80 air victories) in the Luftstreitkräfte, BAMF and a hot piece of ass.
“I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave.”
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However weird it is to describe The...ass”… I totally agree. Moving on.
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A blog about the history of WWI and WWII, and the inter-war period.
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Parable of the Old Men and the Young
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
and builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.
Wilfred Owen
