In The Village

So less than five minutes after I finished my blog three men entered the house. They were wearing french military uniforms and I hid behind a bed. As they began talking I snuck out of the room and back out into the street. That is when I realized that the whole place had been militarized! The streets were filled with French soldiers. I saw two sentries off looking in the woods so I ran that direction. I was almost spotted twice but was able to avoid detection. I took out my side arm (a lugar) and placed a round into both men. I took their firearms and slung them across my back. After dragging each of the men about a mile into the forest, I went looking for a car. I found one by a small house in the outskirts of the village. As I drove off no one seemed to notice the car leaving. I made a 3 hour trip to a German controlled town where I recieved an escort back to base. I am about to debrief my superiors on what happened during my mission. As this is happening soon, i must end here.

Dog Fight

Wow have any of you been in a dog fight? Do you know what that is? I was flying my Fokker DR-1 when a SPAD VII came out of nowhere. The french fighter plane tried to get behind me but I was able to loop into cloud cover. My try-winged plane had better mobility than his plane and I got behind him! Drawing my bead on him I fired off a volley. a few shells ripped through the rudder of his plane and he spiraled out of control. Knowing he was going down, the french fighter fired in all directions. He hit my fuselage and I began losing gas fast. I landed outside of a small town just inside of  the forest line. I crawled from the wreckage and began walking toward the snow covered town. I was able to get into a building where I found the computer I am typing on. I will send you guys an update on how I am doing when I  Get the chance. Wünscht mir Glück. Gute Nacht!

A duel with Ivan

So my friend Ivan came over and destroyed homework with me. Afterward we put on fight gloves and duked it out. I don't know which was worse, punching someone in the head or kicking him in the elbow. A kick to the elbow hurts... it doesn't hurt the recipient but the kickee... if that is a word. I got a giant welt on my leg. After we fought mma style, Ivan and I went capoeira. We spun around  the room sending legendary kicks at each-other. Ivan was hit first and dropped. As I apologized he kicked me in the hand. Who does that? I was furious. I still can't use that hand. Because Ivan kicked me in the hand (weirdest place ever that weirdo) Went AWOL (absent without leave) on him. I grabbed my ww2 machete and chased him out of my undeground rockin' basement! Hopefully more crazy stuff will happen tomorrow. By the way guys I was just wondering... did you catch the fact that instead of saying underground I said undeground? I am going to make an error from now on. If you catch it, comment first and you win my respect, and trust me, the respect of Helbrecht Von Richthofen, AKA Chris, is powerful!