IT'S YOUR FATHERLAND, CHARLIE BROWN!

This is my first Peanuts story ever. Please comment nicely!

"Here's the World War I flying ace, zooming over no man's land, searching for the Red Baron." In his leather helmet, flight goggles and scarf, Snoopy soared high into the sky atop his doghouse.

"You're never going to get him," Lucy said spitefully. "Don't you want to know why you're never going to get the Red Baron?"

"There seems to be plenty of anti-aircraft fire today," Snoopy thought to himself. "The Red Baron must be nearby."

"You can't shoot him down because you're really a German! We're all really Germans! My name is Van Pelt! My boyfriend's name is Schroeder! And he only plays Beethoven! Charlie Brown's dad was really a German barber named Carl Schulz!"

Snoopy ignored the anti-aircraft fire, and swerved his Sopwith Camel in another direction. The Red Baron had to be close! But a few minutes later, Linus stopped by clutching his security blanket.

"You know, in a way, for you to shoot down the Red Baron would be a form of patricide," Lucy's little brother said thoughtfully. "German-Americans have always served this country faithfully. Franz Sigel was a general in the Union Army! But for you to shoot down the Red Baron . . . well, it would be a dilemma. You'd be like Michael Corleone in The Godfather, torn between his American ideals and loyalty to his father, Don Vito Corleone!"

Snoopy didn't answer. He finally had the Red Baron in his sights! But just as he was swooping in for the kill the German ace got behind him and riddled his doghouse with bullets.

The defeated beagle rolled his eyes. "My dilemma is Michael's, but my flying is pure Fredo!"