[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

Slow down.Ursula looked at the night outside the glass window, and the anger gradually disappeared from her pretty face.After a while, she turned her face and looked at the bewildered Illerman, her eyes softened.After a long time, she spoke:

"you are always like this."

Listening to her understatement, and her tone of helplessness, Illerman seemed not to know how to answer, his lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.He looked away and hesitated for a few seconds before breaking the silence:

"sorry."

Ursula carefully studied the man in front of her.His familiar face already had a vaguely mature expression, but still had the childishness of a boy.Her short, dazzling blond hair was curled slightly unconvincingly near the top of her head, and light hazel eyes looked at her pleadingly.She responded to his gaze, but suddenly smiled and said, "Do you still remember when we were 17?"

"I remember." Illerman quickly continued, "I will never forget the first time I saw you."

"I was walking on the road with my girlfriend and you stopped me on a bicycle and asked me my name. I'm afraid I will never forget it in my life." Ursula said with a smile, "Do you remember the one who pestered me on the street? You must ask my name, the senior boy you just met?"

"Remember." Illerman said, "If you hadn't stopped me in time, I would not only have been punished, I would have been fired."

"If I don't stop you," Úrsula said, "you will break some of his ribs." She sighed slightly, and then added: "But you don't have a long memory."

Illeman was at a loss for words, blinked and said, "I'm sorry."

"Dieter," said Úrsula quietly, "you don't trust Mr. Foucault, and don't you trust me?"

"I believe so," Illerman replied.He paused, and then said, "But, you know that guy...he has a bad reputation."

"So what?" argued Úrsula, "he had absolutely no wrong thoughts about me. He took me into town to listen to music and dance swing dances, and he patiently taught me step by step, lest I be left alone. boring."

"He can swing?" Illerman asked in disbelief.

Seeing his appearance, Ursula couldn't help laughing: "Don't you think he looks like a very good dancer?"

Illerman really thought for a while after listening, and then replied: "It is indeed like. Especially swing dance...it makes sense." After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and scratched his chin, as if he was still thinking about something, and then After a few seconds, he asked, "Why is he here?"

"He came to see you," Úrsula said dryly.

Illerman frowned, watching her.

"He went home with his friends on vacation. His friend, Mr. Karl Kugbauer's home is here. He came to play and remembered that you had been transferred to the Air Force's Second Fighter Pilot Preparatory School, so he went to the training ground to find you." Ursula explained, "The gate guard told him that you had an evening flight scheduled today and you would definitely not be able to leave. He also mentioned that there was a girl looking for you before, so he guessed it was your girlfriend, so he asked me about the Name and address, come to me and take me around the city, lest I be bored by myself."

Illerman still frowned, his eyes wandered, as if struggling to understand her words.

"I recognized him at a glance as the ace pilot Haryo Foko that you always mentioned before and showed me the photos in the brochures. He also introduced himself as your friend, so I told him with confidence. He's gone," said Úrsula, "and when you called me from Berlin, weren't you glad you met him by chance?"

"Yeah." Illerman said dryly, "When I was studying with you in Württemberg, I never thought that one day I would meet my idol under such circumstances, let alone become friends with him. "

"But you did that to him," said Úrsula.

Illerman lowered his head and did not speak for a long time.Úrsula also watched him patiently and without saying a word.After a while, she said again: "I have nothing to do with you. I have known you for so long that you have a quick temper and you speak without thinking, but you have never meant anything malicious. I will not be angry with you." She Smiled, then restrained his smile, and said in a low voice, "But how unfair you are to Haryo! He is a person who likes to be lively and make friends, and at the same time he is sensitive in heart. I don't need to spend too long with him to understand I can see it. He told me that taking me out reminded him of his sister. He said that he missed the days when he took his sister shopping and parties, but now that the war is busy, he has to go home more and more often. At least, she has grown into a beautiful young girl who is often dating and rarely spends time with him."

Illerman took a deep, unease breath and waited for her to continue.

"I think Haryo and you have not met each other for long, but he really regards you as a friend." Ursula said slowly, "He told me that seeing you now reminded him of himself two years ago .”

"I was wrong." Illerman finally couldn't help it.

Ursula moved the chair until their knees were almost touching, then leaned over and took Illerman's hand: "Promise me, if you have the chance, you must apologize to him. I didn't know he was a prostitute. The stories are all true and false, but he is definitely not the person who will touch his friend’s girlfriend. He values ​​​​friendship very much. I found out from the tacit understanding between him and Mr. Kugbauer. If you don’t trust him, you blame him , must make him quite uncomfortable."

Ellerman nodded, "I promise you."

Eight

December [-].

Folk cleared his throat, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number.

"Hello? Mr. Lieutenant!" He said in an Austrian accent skillfully. "This is the pilot, Ensign Fischhoff. I have just been transferred to Ganzala. Are you here to pick me up, or send a car?"

After a few seconds of silence on the phone line, Stein Schmitt's voice came over gloomy: "Dude, Fischhoff, are you crazy?! Okay, I'll make arrangements..."

"That's good." Foco said briskly, "Thank you, I have a lot of luggage."

A roar came from the receiver: "Fischhoff, where are you now? I promise you can find your way home!"

"No need," Foucault said flatly, returning to his usual Berlin accent, "I'm in Africa, Lieutenant."

There was a sound of an earpiece being dropped.

Schroer laughed.There was a natural narrowness in his brows and eyes, and he always had an expression that seemed to be secretly mocking; now he was even laughing while patting the table hard, and finally bent down directly on the table.Kugbauer, who was still looking at the novel in his hand under the dim light, couldn't help laughing lowly when he saw his appearance.

There was a burst of coolness in the tent, and Stein Schmitt wrapped his coat tightly and walked in quickly, shrinking his neck.No matter how sunny the day is, it is still cold to stand outside for a long time in the December desert night.He was furious, his handsome face was flushed red; he glanced around and saw Foko quietly grinning at him, Schroer leaning on the table and shaking his shoulders, Kugbauer coughing Twice, he continued to look down at the book in his hand.Steinschmidt had no choice but to say: "Second Lieutenant Fischhoff, well done! Disband!"

Folk patted Steinschmidt on the back as he came and sat down next to him.Seeing that the other party was still silent, Foco asked, "Are you angry?"

"I should really report you," Steinschmidt said. "Tell the team leader you obstructed the sentry."

"You won't report me." Foco said in a positive tone.

Schroer suddenly raised his head and took a sharp breath like a fish out of water.Steinschmidt saw him laughing to the point of lack of oxygen, and said angrily, "Slow down, Werner, be careful not to suffocate."

"I can't die yet." Schroer said with a smug smile.

Steinschmidt gave him a blank look: "You don't gloat, I don't believe you haven't been tossed by him in the Fourth Air Force Academy."

"Why not?" Schroer exclaimed, "Even if I grow him up for a year, there's nothing I can do about him! Hayo once took advantage of me in the house and took the doorknob of our dormitory and the opposite room from the outside. tied together with a rope, and then knocked on the door!"

"And then?" Steinschmidt asked curiously.

"Later," Schroer shrugged, "the people in the opposite dormitory kept pulling the door desperately; Hayo knocked for a long time before I got up from the bed, tried to open the door but it didn't open, and went back to sleep."

Steinschmidt sighed.

"He'll have to go back to his room sooner or later anyway," Schroer said nonchalantly.

"I figured out how you can live as a roommate with someone like Hayo." Steinschmidt said sarcastically, "You don't know how to worry at all."

Schroer seemed completely unable to understand what Steinschmidt meant, and happily replied: "Of course, I am very optimistic."

Kugbauer, who had been silent all this time, covered his mouth and laughed quietly.

"What are you laughing at?" Steinschmidt stared at Kugbauer, "You give Hayo a wingman, pay attention to your life."

Kugbauer finally said, "I'm not worried about that at all. He's very skilled." He exchanged glances with Foko, curled the corners of his mouth, and lowered his head to read the book again.

"He can't stop him from doing things with good skills." Steinschmidt glanced sideways at Foko.

"But his skills are really good." Schroer interjected, "I saw it with my own eyes. Once when he was reporting a performance, he swooped down from above and took off the military flag on the flagpole with his wings. Manwan flew up again."

Stein Schmidt frowned: "What about after that?"

"All the senior officers present were frightened into a cold sweat. He acted without authorization and violated basic principles.