I find myself imagining Fritz as a doctor with a pilot's credentials, flying to remote postings and out of the way locales on the edges of a landscape that's not nearly so British as some within the empire might assume - Gold Coast becomes Ghana, Malaya becomes Malaysia and Singapore, the German-speaking and Afrikaner edges of an independent Namibia - and doing his absolute best for the people throughout, regardless of the skin color other colleagues might use as a tiered metric for care. ... Here I go again. But I would so so very read it.