Hauptmann Krebs flying a borrowed Fokker Triplane engages Capitano Frank
The dance begins
The Italian pilot gets a critical hit on the triplane's engine
With limited maneuverability the Hauptmann is shot down, but walks away from the crash
Hauptmann Krebs gets his favorite candy cane striped Fokker Tri and goes hunting
for Capitano Frank
Another dance begins
The Hauptmann pulls off an impressive Immelmann turn to shoot down his rival, who was killed in the crash
Capitano Frank the younger brother flies an Ansaldo A.1 plotting revenge on the Hauptmann
After inflicting major damage on his opponent, Hauptmann Krebs signals the young Capitano offering an escape route off the board.
The Capitano declines the offer and is shot down and killed
In Flanders Fields
By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
