Event Narrative
On 12 September, the postman brought a strange card from the field. It was written in clumsy handwriting. I studied it and learnt from it that Manfred's hand was slightly wounded. As he couldn't write himself, he instructed his boy Menzke to write a message to me, which the brave man did in a laconic, unadorned manner. - It wasn't until a later, humorous report that I realised how the little mishap had happened. While dropping a bomb with Lieutenant Zeumer, Manfred was gesticulating too eagerly from his cloud seat - he probably wanted to alert his pilot to the bomb's impact - when he got hit on the fingers by the propeller. He was very angry about his bad luck and mainly about the fact that he couldn't take off for eight days.
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