Eagles At War
“It's flattering that a decorated fighter pilot can make such a fool of himself over me." He moved up, kissing her as he went, till he sought her mouth in a deep kiss. She kissed him passionately.
"I'm sorry, Lyra, to be such a fool. It's just that we see each other so little. It's the strain of Udet's funeral, too." Josten had been brought back to serve as a honor guard at the funeral of Ernst Udet. Officially, Udet had been killed "testing a new air weapon." The truth was that he'd committ...ed suicide, unable to bear the pressures of being Inspector General of the Luftwaffe.
Opening another bottle of champagne, Josten said, "I've brought some Veuve Clicquot; it's in the refrigerator." "Plenty of room; God knows there's little enough food there." "I've brought things to eat, too; pate, a really good salami, some bread, and some sardines. We'll have a feast." "Later, my love. Come sing a song of love to me." "I can't sing to you, but just lie still and let the Gieseking of the mattress play a Klavierkonzerte, a little sweet night music, upon you.MoreLess
"I'm sorry, Lyra, to be such a fool. It's just that we see each other so little. It's the strain of Udet's funeral, too." Josten had been brought back to serve as a honor guard at the funeral of Ernst Udet. Officially, Udet had been killed "testing a new air weapon." The truth was that he'd committ...ed suicide, unable to bear the pressures of being Inspector General of the Luftwaffe.
Opening another bottle of champagne, Josten said, "I've brought some Veuve Clicquot; it's in the refrigerator." "Plenty of room; God knows there's little enough food there." "I've brought things to eat, too; pate, a really good salami, some bread, and some sardines. We'll have a feast." "Later, my love. Come sing a song of love to me." "I can't sing to you, but just lie still and let the Gieseking of the mattress play a Klavierkonzerte, a little sweet night music, upon you.MoreLess
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