With Wolff to the hospital

‘The first squadron to take off is Jagdstaffel 11, and no sooner have the aircraft disappeared into the grey sky than one of them returns. It is Lieutenant Wolff, who climbs out somewhat awkwardly and holds out his left hand. Blood is dripping down; the ’delicate little flower" has been shot through the hand. He is immediately stuffed into a car and taken to St. Nikolaus in Kortryk, where the commander welcomes him, highly excited about the unexpected pleasant company. The delicate little flower writes a resigned letter to his bride: ‘Since my leave, I have become a great vagabond. I didn't last long with Squadron 11 either and moved on. Now I'm lying in bed in a military hospital, in the same room as Richthofen.’