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Well, Hans von Hammer, AKA "The Enemy Ace" lives on this forum.
Ja, but I didn't command a Schlactgeschwader on the Western Front in WW2, so I never ran into the Amis with their "Haunted Tanks"...
My "adventures" were chronicled in a series ofPictorial History Books...
I'd had my fill of flying and fighting with Death in the skies over the trenches during the Great War, and swore I'd never fly again. However, that was not to be...
I stayed to myself in my family Schloss in the Schwarzwald for many years after the war, although I'd been married a few times and had a daughter that went to live in Tibet with her mother (my first wife). Her mother disappeared mysteriously at sea in 1937, after she'd had a run-in with some American archeaologist named Jones and a Frenchman named Rene' Belloq near some place only known to me as "The Well of the Souls". I don't know whatever happened to my daughter.
However, I digress...
I was asked to return to duty for the Fatherland in 1943 as a Major and commanded a Geschwader on the Ost Front... I agreed with "Dicke Hermann" only that I'd fly for the Fatherland, and not that Bohemian Corporal, nor would the swastika ever be painted on my aircraft... He agreed, and soon my all-red Bf-109F was well-known by Ivan all along the Ostfront and the price on my head grew daily as we drove the Bolsheviks from the skies...
Too soon though, in1944, "Dicke Hermann" pulled us out of the line because he, Herr Goebbles, OKL (Oberkommando Luftwaffe) and General der Jagdflieger Galland felt that if I was shot down and captured by some Soviet Schweinhundt that the morale of the German People would be dealt a great blow. I named my replacement, an up-and-coming young lad named Hartmann (who had an odd fondness for tulips) and was making a name for himself with Ivan as well...
(I don't know if he ever amounted to much after the war, didn't hear anything about him until sometime in the 50s, when he just reappeared and flew jets or something for the new Bundesluftwaffe.. )
I was promoted to Oberst, formed a new Jadgverbande and after re-equipping with Me 262s, my Jadgverbande was tasked with destroying the 8th AF bombers... It was during that action I shot down the famous "Navajo Ace", Captain Johnny Cloud, after he'd attacked one of my wounded comrades in the landing pattern...
My airfield was overrun in April of '45 buy a unit of Amis called "Easy Company" and surrendered my pilots and men to a sergeant named Rock, but not until I'd destroyed my jets to keep them out of not only the Amis hands, but more importantly, those verdamnt Russische Kosaken from the East....
I was discharged in May of 1945, and after a year or so with the USAAF as a civilian technical advisor and instructor pilot that was making training films for the pilots of the new American P-80 jets (only one engine and straight wings... How quaint..), I moved to Argentina...