In Jail Memory

I am in a heavy overcoat. It is winter. I have been put into a jail cell with about five other pilots. I think we had been drinking and it somehow resulted in all of us being put into jail. I allowed us to be locked up after waiting a bit. I finally asked the jailer to allow me to make a phone call. The jailer guard obviously did not like us much and had an attitude. He didn't want to let me do anything. He basically said that our commander would be informed of our whereabouts and that we would be in trouble.

I basically told him that I had to inform High Command of my whereabouts since there was no commander to repots this. I told him I needed to call someone like General Ludendorf, which made his face go pale. I then explained who I was. (I was a real arrogant asshole in this incident.)