Disguised as a Frenchman

"Dear Mum! A car has just arrived here, loaded with the first parcels, including two from you to me. It's the fur coat and a small parcel containing my gloves. The fur coat is magnificent and will be very useful on cold nights. Thank you very much for it. It was very nice that you were able to see Lothar in Posen again. The twenty-two hours of waiting at the station were less edifying, however. I can sympathise with you, as I spend twenty-four hours every other day waiting in the trenches – but for the French. We, the 1st Uhlans, unfortunately have no prospect of ever doing anything else in this war – unless the plague breaks out in Verdun. Lothar got the more interesting part. I really envy him. It's now in Russia, exactly in the area where I rode my patrols for the first ten days of this war. I would have loved to earn the E. K. I., but I don't have the opportunity to do so. I would have to run to Verdun disguised as a Frenchman and blow up a tank turret there."