forij of the greatest World War ace oj the Jirst mi THE HED KNI GERMAN OF STORy OF BARON VON RICHTHOFEN ^ Gitto floijd bij W New lUuslratcd AAbbrriiddagmmient t^-^f^ ^^m /A SANTAM P^^^?m^:V <^'- ^: The Great German Ace and The Fighting Canadian On April 20, 1918, the "Flying Baron" cele- brated his eightieth personal victory with a lux- urious champagne dinner. The next morning, as usual, he led his dreaded German Fokkers out on patrol. Almost immediately they fell upon a small group of Allied observation planes. Two miles above, hidden by the clouds, Roy Brown, a young Canadian flight commander in the newly formed Royal Air Force, saw the un- equal battle below. Roy Brown and his men were outnumbered. The German planes were faster and better, the pilots more experienced. But Brown waggled his wings, peeled off, and began his two-mile dive, roaring down out of the sun, on to the tail of the famous red fighting plane of Baron von Richthofen, himself . . . Mn TH£ KNIGHT OF GEI^MANY The Story of Baron von Richthofen Germany's Great War Bird by Floyii Gibbons ILLUSTRATED ABRIDGMENT N E fF Bantam Books iTr Ne<w York I gp^f-- ^•»^ THE B£!D KNIGHT OF GERMANY A Bantam Book / published by arrangement with Doubleday and Com,pany, Inc. Printing History Doubleday edition published November 1927 2nd printing. .January 1928 10th printing .October 1929 3rd printing July 1928 11th printing. Nov'ber 1929 4th printing Janvxiry 1929 12th printing.. .April 1930 5th printing.. . .March 1929 13th printing . . May 1930 6th printing F. .ebruary 1929 14th printing Sept'ber 1930 7th printing . May 1929 15th printing...Nov'ber 1930 8th printing August 1929 16th printing.Febr'ary 1931 9th printing . ...Sept'ber 1929 17th printing .Aprtl1931 18th. printing March 1.9.3.2 Sun Dial Press edition published January 1937 Serialized in Chicago tribune January 1928 Bantam edition published February 1959 Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 59-5358 Copyright 1927 by Doubleday, Page & Company. Copyright 1927 by Liberty Weekly, Inc. © Copyright, 1959, by Bantam Books, Inc. All rights reserved Published simultaneously in the United States and Canada, Bantam Books are published by Bantam Books, Inc. Its trade-mark, consisting of the words "Bantam Books" and the portrayal of a bantam, is registered in the U. S. Patent Office and in other countries. Marca Regis- trada. Printed in the United States of America. Ban- tam Books, Inc., 25 W. 45th St., New York 36, N. Y. The Red Knight of Germany Chapter I To kill and kill and kill was the cry. To bum, to destroy, to devastate, to lay waste. Men heard the madness and knew it for madness and embraced it, some with fear and some with joy. Kill or be killed. Survive or perish. Pink, yellow, and green patches on maps personilSed them- selves. The personifications glared at one another, then snarled, then cursed. Millions of hearts heard and beat faster. Males strutted; females loved them for it. It was the march beat of tramping feet It was the sharp staccato of steel-shod hoofs. It was the whir and growl of speeding motors. It was the shriek and roar of troop trains frontward bound. His mother had not raised him to be a soldier. She had made him wear curls and dressed him in white pretties. He had looked li—ke a girl, and hated it. Then came killing time ^war. He killed a hundred men in individual combat: shot them, burned them, crushed them, hurled their bodies down to earth. He became the terror of the battle fronts. He grinned at grim death in a hundred duels above the clouds. He fought fair, hard, and to kill, and the better his foeman fought to kill him, the better he liked him for it. He shot down eighty fighting planes. He matched his life agains;: that of any man. He fought, not with hate, but with love for fighting. It was his joy, his sport, his passion. To him, to dare and to die was to live. He had the courage to kill and be killed, and war was his hunting licence. On home leave from man-killing at the front, he hunted and killed deer, elk, boar, bison, and birds, and brought their heads to his mother's home. He was courageous and knew it, gloried in it, flaunted it with his ch—allenge to the world of his enemies—. He made them know him ^he put his name on their lips ^his name that 1 was unknown, unheard of, when he started the war as a second 'looie." Wounded and decorated, he became the guest of kings and queens. Boys and the youth of a nation made him their idol, cheered him, followed him on the street. He was young and blond, shy and handsome, proud and serious. Girls by the thousands worshipped his picture and filled his mail with letters by the sackful. One of them he loved. He wanted to make her his wife, but he did not want to make her his widow. He knew he was going to be killed. He won the admiration and respect of his enemies. His instinct and duty it was to kill them; he did. Their duty and instinct it was to kill him; they did. In one of the greatest air battles in the history of the world, he went down, still fighting, still killing. He died a national hero at the head of his fighting men in the service of his country. He was buried by his enemies with respect and mihtary honours in unstinted recognition of his great courage, his sportsmanship, and his tireless, relentless spirit. His name was Manfred von Richthofen. Into the grisly story of World War I there came a refresh- ing gleam of the chivalry of old, when the pick of the flower of youth on both sides carried the conflict into the skies. Into that Knighthood of the Blue, Richthofen has been given a place of highest merit by those he fought with and against. His hfe and death, his victories and his defeat, his loves, his hopes, his fears bring a new record to the halls of that same Valhalla in which rest the spirits of Guynemer, Hawker, Ball, McCudden, Immelmann, Lufberry, Quentin Roosevelt, and many others who fought aloft and died below with hearts that held emotions other than hate. Young blood, hot and daring, raced through their veins, even as the winged steeds they rode raced on the wind to conquest or disaster. With keen young eyes, glinting along the barrels of their jibbering machine guns, they looked at close range into one another's souls as they pressed the triggers that sent one another tumbling down to death. Some went down like flaming comets, burned beyond recognition before the charred remains struck the earth thousands of feet below. Some plunged earthward through the blue in drunken staggers as their bullet-riddled bodies slumped forward Ufelessly on the controls. Some fell free from shattered planes at fearsome heights, poured out hke the contents of a burst paper bag, and some, hurtling down in formless wrecks, buried themselves in the ground. This was the de—ath that Richthofen dealt out to his ad- versaries in the air it was the same death they dealt to him. As he had given to many, so he received. As he fought, he died. 2