Semi-OT, re the Red Baron - but AMAZING!
Lenona <[email protected]> Tue, 16 Mar 2021 08:51:11 -0700 (PDT)
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I found this by sheer luck. Before Dale M. Titler died in 2014, he wrote a = few non-fiction books - mostly in the 1970s, when he was already well over = 40.=20 https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1016812.Dale_Titler=20 A young boy read one of them. This is a long story about how it changed his= life.=20 http://www.semopress.com/dear-mr-titler/=20 By J. Malcolm Garcia.=20 First paragraphs:=20 Years ago, a boy bought his first book, a paperback bound copy of The Day T= he Red Baron Died. The boy had thought the Red Baron was nothing more than = Snoopy=E2=80=99s imaginary foe in the Peanuts comic strip he would read eve= ry Sunday in The Chicago Tribune. The boy was only twelve. He had not known= the Baron had actually lived, had a real name=E2=80=94Manfred von Richthof= en=E2=80=94and had been a German fighter pilot in World War I. His squadron= was called The Flying Circus. All the planes were painted brilliant, taunt= ing colors. The Red Baron shot down eighty Allied planes from his scarlet r= ed Fokker triplane in the skies over France.=20 According to a blurb on the back cover, he was killed in action at the age = of twenty-five on April 21, 1918, when he chased an Allied plane far behind= Allied lines, putting himself in harm=E2=80=99s way, a mistake he had alwa= ys warned his pilots against. No one knew who had fired the fatal shot. A C= anadian fighter pilot or Australian and British anti-aircraft gunners? The = book promised an answer.=20 The boy bought the book and read it quickly. Intrigued by the idea of fight= er pilots and encouraged by a determined and curious mother, he also wrote = to the author, Dale M. Titler, with questions.=20 His letter prompted a reply, and a correspondence ensued between the author= and the boy that has lasted to this day, almost forty years later. Their r= elationship advanced and matured as the boy grew to manhood. In all that ti= me, they had never met or spoken to one another.=20 Mr. Titler was an anonymous, benign presence. The boy put his thoughts and = questions on paper and mailed his letters into a depthless void over hundre= ds of miles from his childhood home in suburban Chicago to Mr. Titler=E2=80= =99s mailbox in Gulfport,=20 Mississippi. The boy was buoyed by the assurance that he would receive a ki= nd and encouraging response.=20 Hang in there, Mr. Titler wrote on January 30, 1980. I think you have the s= park and drive to accomplish what you want in the world. Don=E2=80=99t try = to get it all at once, however. Remember that living is the reason for life= ....=20 (snip)=20 Lenona.