Late Night Memory
It's night at one of the airfields. A group of us (pilots) are in or near one of the hangars where some of the planes are housed. I believe we are planning on initiating someone. It is dark. The hangar is dimly lit with a yellowish light. There are about 8 or ten of us there. I can't see faces very well. I get the impression that only those that have been initiated get to participate and we did not do it until we were sure that the new guy fit the standards of the Jasta. It is after dinner and a few drinks have been had. I may be a little drunk myself. These are the hardest memories to focus upon.

I remember standing there with either a glass or a wine bottle in my hand and watching the guys put someone over the lower wing of the plane that was near the light. He didn't give them any trouble as I would, and I have the feeling this may have been before they decided to get me. They are trying to decide who goes first. They offer that I should and I decline in favour of someone else. Not all of us initiated an individual because it might be simply too much. I think I watched this time. Sometimes it was good just to be there to make sure things didn't get carried away.