Lothar Freiherr von Richtofen
Manfred was already the darling of the propagandists, a folk hero,
when his younger brother entered the fray. Bold, where his brother was
calculating; impetuous, sometimes unpredictable - fiercely competitive;
Lothar badly wanted to prove his worth as quickly as he could and, if
possible, match Manfred's victory tally...... score for score.
Back then, heroes, (and men of lesser stature), were expected
to maintain a front of initiative, drive, and fortitude at all times.
They were expected to suffer and endure, in silence and with stoic dignity,
their physical and emotional injuries. Lothar had been bred to this
tradition. He seems to have been a less "concentrated" edition of Manfred;
World War One's highest-scoring Ace, and Germany's most decorated aviator.
To boot, a keen and interested - (indeed passionate) - pioneer and developer
of early German fighter aviation . . . . . a bold leader and a skilled
air tactician.
More of a "shooter" than a "hunter" - (Manfred's passion was the
hunt) - Lothar was at first considered to be almost too hasty to the
kill; too impulsive. But by the time he was forced to retire from combat
due to severe wounds, August 13, 1918, he had 40 confirmed victories
to his credit, and had long-since achieved "ACE" status.
He survived the Great War to die, July 1922, in a civilian aeroplane
crash.
It was sheer determination which carried him through initial wartime
service in the cavalry; followed by combat flights as an observer at
Kasta 23. Like his brother before him, he grew increasingly impatient
flying simply as an observer. Real life, real adventure, real action,
was to be found at the controls of a single-seater fighter/scout. So,
pilot- training was almost an inevitability, and from there, unusually,
and perhaps for propaganda purposes, Lothar was transferred to Jasta
11, Manfred's justifiably celebrated Staffel - and a highly desirable
posting.
He obviously had a sort of innate flair for the type of relentless
action into which he was plunged; seeming to realize instinctively when
the elements of drama were in the offing...... and quickly began to
prove his worth by scoring 10 victories within two weeks of his arrival.
FULL TILT TO THE DOGFIGHT/POSTHASTE TO VENGEANCE
Tuesday, 13 August 1918 Lothar von Richtofen, intent on carrying-out
his flying duties, if for no other reason than to try and dispel his
superstitious misgivings about "unlucky 13," took off at about midday,
leading 5 members of his Staffel over the lines to engage as many enemy
Englishmen as possible and preferably send them down in flames, or into
endless oblivion. Peter has depicted Lothar heading towards these "Lords,"
as he called them, before he spotted - and settled upon a likely 2-seater
targetä.. Third time unlucky still? Or third time lucky? Three times
quite seriously wounded on the 13th day of the month, he did, at least,
survive the Great War, if not the dubious "peacetime" interlude afterwards,
before The world once more resorted to working- out its problems by
force.
Deborah Susan Jones