Quite possibly Data’s greatest line ever! :P
Quite possibly Data’s greatest line ever! :P
My favorite moment of his has to be when the ship is crashing and he says “Oooooooh Shit!”
I remember laughing so hard, rewinding, laughing more, and just watching that moment so many many times with tears in my eyes.
That time Data taught Chekov how to drive. (x)
Star Trek TNG - 4x25 - In Theory
Data: Then I will delete the appropriate program.
Thank you for my life.
21 April 1918: The Red Baron suffers fatal injuries while flying over Morlancourt Ridge in northern France.
Oh my god you guys I get to talk about the Red Baron today I am going to cry I love this man holy shit
Manfred von Richthofen was a German fighter pilot during World War I. He is considered the top ace of the war, and is the guy that we know today as “The Red Baron”
He was an ace with the ladies too, if you know what I mean.
Now, before we go on, you might ask, what is an “ace”? We hear that term a lot when it comes to people who are really, really good at things, but there are actually specific achievements to be made to be considered a flying ace during this time.
In the German air force, initially you had to shoot down eight Allied fighter planes, and for this to count you had to be able to go on the ground and find the wreckage. Eventually this number was raised, but you were still considered a national hero which is pretty cool.
So. The Red Baron. He was a pretty cool guy, born in 1892 in Breslau, Germany (today part of Poland). He was an actual noble, a Freiherr, roughly translating to a Baron, which means that he joined the military because he was that much of a badass. In fact, here’s his ridiculous coat of arms:
"You know, something about it is missing." "Well we have literally everything else. Let’s put a dude in a chair with a hat on a stick in the middle of it." "Perfect."
So at the start of the war, Manfred was actually in cavalry as an officer, but he got really super bored that he couldn’t work directly on the front lines.
So he had a chance meeting with another
bootyliciousace fighter pilot named Oswald Boelcke who suggested the air service, and in 1915 he signed up for training.
"You should join, you’re about our league. I’d give you a nine. No homo."
By 1916 he was in a unit, and really, really sucked at it. He crashed his first plane when he was behind the controls, but once he figured out what to actually do inside a plane, he progressed quickly through training.
When he was allowed out on his own, he downed a French plane on his first ride, and a week later, flew through a fucking thunderstorm, against the advice of more experienced pilots. Because when you are going to become the Red Baron, fuck weather.
So throughout all of this he stayed in close contact with Oswald Boelcke, even joining his squad. However, that all came to an end in 1916 when Boelcke was killed in a mid-air collision with another German plane. The kicker? Richtofen watched it with his own eyes. Damn, son.
By 1917 he had 16 kills under his belt and was training elite pilots himself. He joined a squadron full of elite pilots, and became their squadron commander. It was this time he was getting super cocky and painted his Albatross plane fucking red, hence the Red Baron. Because he wanted you to know who fucking shot you down from like leagues away.
This was his Fokker. It fokks.
April of 1917 is called “Bloody April” and considered the deadliest month of the war. In that month he downed 22 planes (bringing his total to 52) and in one single day brought down 4. By the end of that month, him and his squadron had become so famous (and infamous on other lines) they were called the “Flying Circus”.
So how the fuck did this ridiculously good-looking young man go from crashing his first plane to racking up 52 kills in a year and a half? The answer is simple - he learned how to play the game.
Instead of risky and aggressive tactics like his brother, Lothar (another hottie), he was a tactician and an expert marksman. He would typically fly high above his target and use the angle of the sun to his advantage, and then take his strike.
Things changed when he suffered a severe headwound on 6 July 1917. He was hit and suffered instant disorientation and temporary blindness. Immediately passing out, he woke up just in time to find out that his plane was in a fucking free-spin towards the ground. He made a rough landing and survived.
"I’m okay…just fine…ignore the blood…let’s keep going, guys…"
Because of this wound, though, he changed - he often suffered post-flight nausea and headaches, as well as a change in temperament.
Despite this, he was able to rack up to 80 kills by mid-April. He was out flying on 21 April in France, pursuing at low-altitude a novice Canadian fighter pilot. He was spotted and attacked, but continued his pursuit.
He was then hit with a single bullet fired from the ground that pierced his heart and lungs and killed him quickly. Despite having been fucking shot and dying, he managed to quickly land his plane, but he died shortly after being pulled out.
R.I.P, Herr Hotstuff
Much controversy surrounds why Richtofen was flying so low and allowed a ground shot to strike him. The most common belief (confirmed very recently in 2004) was that the wound to his head may have impacted his behavior.
Either way, he died at the age of 25, taking to his grave 80 kills (remember, 8 was considered “ace”), the most of any single man in World War I.
Oh yeah, well I can eat 80 Taco Bell Chalupas without being hospitalized, and 8 is enough to kill a man. So ha.
DR-1 by Simon Gratien
I truly love this photo for thousand reasons
ayyyyyyyy pizza rolls