Albatros D.II early-type
November 9 , 1916
In Boelcke's life time, eight (victories) was quite a respectable number. Those who hear nowadays of the colossal bags made
by certain aviators must feel convinced that it has become easier to shoot down a machine.
I can assure those who hold that opinion that the flying business is becoming more difficult from month to month and
even from week to week. Of course, with the increasing number of aeroplanes one gains increased opportunities for shooting
down one's enemies, but at the same time, the possibility of being shot down one's self increases.
The armament of our enemies is steadily improving and their number is increasing. When Immelmann shot down his first victim
he had the good fortune to find an opponent who carried not even a machine gun. Such little innocents one finds nowadays only
at the training ground for beginners.
November 23, 1916
I was extremely proud when, one fine day, I was informed that the airman whom I had brought down on the 23 of November,
was the "English Immelmann" (an ace).
In view of the character of our fight it was clear to me that I had been tackling a flying champion.
One day I was blithely flying to give chase when I noticed 3 Englishmen who also had apparently gone a-hunting.
I noticed that they were ogling me and as I felt much inclination to have a fight I did not want to disappoint them.
I was flying at a lower altitude. Consequently I had to wait until one of my English friends tried to drop on me. After a short while
on the three came sailing along and attempted to tackle me in the rear. After firing five shots he had to stop for I had swerved in
a sharp curve. The Englishman tried to catch me up in the rear while I tried to get behind him. So we circled round and round like
madmen after one another at an altitude of about 10,000 feet.
First we circled twenty times to the left, and then thirty times to the right. Each tried to get behind and above the other.
Soon I discovered that I was not meeting a beginner. He had not the slightest intention of breaking off the fight. He was traveling
in a machine which turned beautifully. However, my own was better at rising than his, and I succeeded at last in getting above and
beyond my English waltzing partner.
When we had got down to about 6,000 feet without having achieved anything in particular, my opponent ought to have discovered that
it was time for him to take his leave. The wind was favorable to me for it drove us more and more towards the German position.
At last we were above Bapaume, about half a mile behind the German front. The impertinent fellow was full of cheek and when we had
got down to about 3,000 feet, he merrily waved to me as if he would say, "Well, how do you do?"
The circles which we made around one another were so narrow that their diameter was probably no more than 250 or 300 feet. I had time
to take a good look at my opponent. I looked down into his carriage and could see every movement of his head. If he had not had his cap on
I would have noticed what kind of a face he was making.
My Englishman was a good sportsman, but by and by the thing became a little too hot for him. He had to decide whether he would land on
German ground or whether he would fly back to the English lines. Of course he tried the latter, after having endeavored in vain to escape me
by loopings and such like tricks. At that time his first bullets were flying around me, for hitherto neither of us had been able to do any shooting.
When he had come down to about three hundred feet he tried to escape by flying in a zig-zag course during which, as is well known,
it is difficult for an observer to shoot. That was my most favorable moment. I followed him at an altitude of from 250 feet to 150 feet,
firing all the time. The Englishman could not help falling. But the jamming of my gun nearly robbed me of my success.
My opponent fell, shot through the head, 150 feet behind our line. His machine gun was dug out of the ground and
it ornaments the entrance of my dwelling.
January 3, 1917
Boelcke and Immelmann were given the Ordre Pour le Mérite when they had brought down their eighth aeroplane. I had downed
twice that number. The question was, what would happen to me? I was very curious. It was rumored that I was to be given
command of a chasing squadron (very soon).
IT occurred to me to have my packing case painted all over in staring red. The result was that everyone got to know my red bird.
My opponents also seemed to have heard of the color transformation.
During a fight on quite a different section of the Front I had the good fortune to shoot into an Allied two-seater which peacefully
photographed the German artillery position. The photographer, had not the time to defend himself. He had to make haste to get
down upon firm ground for his machine began to give suspicious indications of fire. When we airmen notice that phenomenon in an
enemy plane, we say: "He stinks!"
As it turned out it was really so. When the machine was coming to earth it burst into flames.
I felt some human pity for my opponent and had resolved not to cause him to fall down but merely to compel him to land. I did so particularly
because I had the impression that my opponent was wounded for he did not fire a single shot.
When I had got down to an altitude of about fifteen hundred feet engine trouble compelled me to land without making any curves.
The result was very comical. My enemy with his burning machine landed smoothly while I, his victor, came down next to him in the barbed wire
of our trenches and my machine overturned.
The two Englishmen who were not a little surprised at my collapse, greeted me like sportsmen. As mentioned before, they had not fired a
shot and they could not understand why I had landed so clumsily. They were the first two Englishmen whom I had brought down alive.
Consequently, it gave me particular pleasure to talk to them. I asked them whether they had previously seen my machine in the air,
and one of them replied, "Oh, yes. I know your machine very well. We call it 'Le Petit Rouge'."
Taken from the Autobiography book "The Red Battle Flyer"
Author: Capt. Manfred Freiherr von Richthofen (1917)