Falling

I'm flying my Albatross (I still love this airplane), and all of the sudden it falls apart!  I don't see any enemies, it just fell apart!!! I feel myself falling, and I say to myself "Holy sh@#!!!" and I repeat the F word about a million times.  I want to scream, but I can't.  I just clench my jaw shut and wait for impact.  I fall for quite a distance and then I feel my teeth crumble in my mouth!!!  Blood trickle out of my mouth as my jaw closes even tighter and tighter. I am frozen with fear.

I later found out that Schafer's Albatross, fell apart in midair. Some say that a two seater shot him down, but others (If I understand it correctly) said he was too far away to get hit.

The ironic thing is in this life, I like the feeling of falling.  As a child I used to climb trees and jump out to see how high I can fall without getting hurt.  Even today I've been known to climb the various sheds on the farm and jump. I've also ran and jumped off of a ravine about 15 feet up, over a 4 foot wide stream and land in some pebbly sand.  I must admit though that I should work on my landings.  I don't know why I like falling and like to see things fall.  They just appear to be free, from the earth and in a limbo of sorts between heaven and earth.  I find it very beautiful. I don't know why.

Additional memories of that day

You asked how I died, well the official version was I as shot down by a seasoned two seater crew; however I do not recall any aeroplanes being anywhere near me when I went down.  My crate simply fell to pieces.

Recently I thought that was all; however I have some new memories concerning the morning of that day.  I am outside earlier than usual, I want to check the crates before breakfast. As I approach the hangar I see a man run like the devil out of the hangar.  I tell him to stop, as I pull my pistol.  He keeps running.

Well an empty clip and some gun smoke later he is in a world of hurt with his legs badly shot up. The other guys rush out to see what is going on. I shout "Muller check the crates, shoot anyone suspicious!" I walk up to the saboteur, as I reload my pistol.

He tries to pull out a gun; however I shoot him in the arm before he can aim.  I approach him and he starts speaking in french, with a Bavarian accent.  I place my pistol to his other arm and reply "speak in German traitor". 

The shot rings out.

I ask for some rope as I drag the saboteur to the woods, where he is hanged, with a note saying something like "this is what happens to Germans who spy for France."