The weapon Obsydian's training (night assault) had to be halted due to the presence of enemy bombers overhead. In a rush, the staff ushered the beast back into the concrete fortress which was the Flak tower. It was terrifying to see Obsydian attacking the wooden dummies, and when the Yanks appeared overhead, she sensed the danger. Agitated, she began to try to take to the skies; only the restraints bound her wings, keeping us from losing her completely.
Deep within the safety of the Flakturm, many feet of solid concrete muffled the explosions and antiaircraft fire which would make the men on the upper floors wince, Obsydian began to calm down. Due to the bombs landing in the city, we could not take the elevator to her enclosure. I was stationed as her guard as a few other men ran off to find her chains.
Obsydian settled in the corner, growling quietly. The muffled explosions outside were not the cause of my shaking hands- the beast's eyes were locked on me. Armed with only my trusty Mauser rifle, I felt that I would prove a laughably easy obstacle to her freedom. She seemed to sense my terror, and, satisfied, began to wriggle about trying to get comfortable.
The lights flickered. My heart hammered in my throat as all I could see in the intermittent darkness were those terrible glowing eyes.
Then nothing. Nothing but her eyes.
Power was gone from the AA tower (I would learn only later that the power plant had suffered a direct hit). In the darkness, her eyes glowed, fixed on me.
They were all I could see. I stumbled in the dark towards her, my hands out in front of me to catch myself if I were to trip.
Now was my chance. The lights were out, we were alone. All I needed was a few moments…There was no way I could be caught with all that commotion outside! I had to fuck her…She wanted it so badly. She ached for it. And I knew it. Everyone knew it.
All was red. Disoriented, I snapped back. The emergency lights had turned on, casting an almost hellish red glow which bathed this sexual monster.
I was so close to her, I could smell her sweet honey, I could hear her tasting herself. Those menacing claws, those teeth…!
I stumbled back towards the door, raising my rifle to Obsydian. My fingers were numb and my knees threatened to give way. She only grinned, and went back to her filthy business.
The Major appeared in the doorway and asked if I was alright. I was glad he was there. I didn't know what had come over me. Sweat poured from my brow as I stammered my recounting of the past few terrible minutes.

The Major ordered me away. Good, I say. The devil herself had tempted me, in the form of a vicious serpent. And I had given in without a single moment of sensible thought, throwing all caution to the wind.
I had been warned, I would have been hanged for 'tampering' with Obsydian. And certainly she would have made short work of me.

That evening I requested a transfer to the Flak regiment in Seelowe Heights. I wanted to put as much distance as I could between me and that terrible monster.

Fleiger Erich Baumann
11 June 1944