Lorette literally danced into the bar, ecstatic over her previous kill in New Berlin.
"You look pleased," Wenzel noted, "Cause for celebration?"
"Ja, my first kill!" she gasped out, "Drinks all round, on me!"
She turned to the rest of the pilots who merely stood there, grinning. Most of them had felt the same after their first kills, it was only after one started to count the cost that the reality of the struggle would finally hit home.
But Lorette was young, innocent of these grim details, she deserved her happiness, and most of them would join in the celebrations.