Putt. Putt. Putt.

  A squadron of British Sopwith Camel bi-planes from WWI lift off from a mowed grass runway, not giving a thought about what good will come their way. They rise into the air and scan the area for the infamous Red Baron. He has slaughtered many in his German Fokker Dr. I tri-plane.

  The enemies meet and clash, scattering everywhere. The Red Baron goes after a lone sopwith camel that went too far from the rest. They both dive down to a low altitude and barely skim the ground.  A second British pilot spots the Red Baron and dives steeply at his side, his gunner firing fiercely. A single shot  the Baron in his side, causing his lungs and heart to bleed, leading to a quick death. The diving Sopwith pulls up quickly, narrowly avoiding the ground.

  The Baron, with a few minutes of time left before his death, makes an emergancy landing, saving his plane from going KABLOOEY!

  The single man who has killed so many is now finally killed himself, by a man unknown.