Sitting Room Memory

It is evening. We are indoors. I think we are in the chateau that is shown in some of the photos. We are in a sitting room. The windows are tall and long. It is either just before or after dinner and those in the room are feeling very playful. Someone is "horse playing" with someone behind me, and I get knocked over into the couch. At least, it was a soft landing, but then someone else falls on top of me. Sometimes the guys forget that I'm in charge, and we are close companions once again. I think later, when most of these guys are gone, I lose much of that closeness because the newer pilots are in awe of me. They were unsure of what they could and could not get away with. Having Lothar around helped to keep things from getting too serious. I probably would have gone nuts if he hadn't been there to ease the tension of the responsibility of being in charge of so many lives.