Manfred von Richthofen stood by the barracks window with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Copying the 'Military Code'?"
"The Red Baron" can't read!
Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, seeing a P-51 wobbling back in the distance. He looked around and wondered why there was one less.
The other planes also wobbled heavily, their wings severely damaged. As they landed, it was almost nose-first, scraping up sparks on the runway. The ground crew, having been notified earlier, hurriedly rushed forward.
Manfred von Richthofen ran out the door too.
He saw several pilots slowly climb down.
"Where's Super 68? Where's Migos?" he grabbed Ernst Udet's shoulder and asked loudly.
The latter hung his head, "Hit by a missile, he bailed out."
Manfred immediately felt a pressure in his heart—Migos was his best friend, a mentor as well as a comrade.
To bail out means to be killed in action!
The drug traffickers, led by Guzman, wouldn't adhere to the "Geneva Conventions."
