“My Führer, I cannot accept the decoration and promotion if I am not allowed to go on flying with my wing.” My right hand is still clasped in his, he is still looking me in the eyes. With his left hand he gives me a black, velvet lined case containing the new decoration. The many lights in the room make the diamonds sparkle in a blaze of prismatic colours. He looks at me very gravely, then his expression changes, and he says: “All right, you may go on flying “, and smiles.
