May 2, 1937
Today, I am going to get a ticket to go on the Hindenburg. They are calling it the Titanic of the Sky, but, wait. The Titanic sunk. I am going to let that thought bypass me. Let's see how this works out. I will write tomorrow, my friend.
May 3, 1937
I boarded the Hindenburg today. It is quite nice. The passenger cabins are quite small, though. I met a young man named Max Schulze. He is part of the crew, but he is not uneducated. He talks as if he were a doctor in a previous life. I believe we will be amazing friends.
May 4, 1937
Something doesn't feel right. The air is tight with worry. I keep hearing yelling saying something about six men here and six men over there. I'm wondering if this was a good idea. I asked Max and he said he had no idea. I must just be getting air sick. There is obviously something wrong, and I'm going to find out what it is.
May 5, 1937
I just found the skin of the ship is painted in dope, and is made of cotton. Instead of helium, they are using hydrogen. Both are highly flammable, meaning if someone were idiotic enough to smoke in the hydrogen envelope, it would catch fire instantly. Let's just hope there are no idiots on board.
May 6, 1937
I feel like something's going to happen today, I know it will.
May 9, 1937
I woke up in a hospital, when all of the day's events came back to me. a woman had come up to me and said, "The Hindenburg is on fi-" Then, she was cut off by a large part of the frame crashed down on her, taking her through the bottom with it. I ran to the smoking room, trying to find Max, but I found him dead on the floor outside of the smoking room doors. I jumped out of the airship, not caring if I broke anything, because I was already burned pretty badly. That was all I remembered before I blacked out.
