Emil Thuy - Post World War I

Post World War I

Thuy resumed his studies and upon graduation, joined his father in the family's factory in Hagen On. He wrote treatises on aviation on the side. As a result, he received an offer from Siemens-Schuckert to be a "technical consultant" for the Finnish Air Force.

Thuy was a member of a paramilitary veterans organization known as the Steel Helmets, which was the armed wing of the German National People's Party. He was active in the resistance to the French and Belgian occupation of the Ruhr.

He then went to Finland in early 1923 as an oberleutnant or senior lieutenant. He was the head of the aerial gunnery department of the Finnish Air Force Flying School, departing finally about 16 August 1924.

The Treaty of Versailles banned Germany from having an air force. To get around this, a secret training base was established in the Soviet Union, at Lipetsk, in 1924. Thuy was offered the opportunity to serve there and accepted.

On 11 June 1930, while flying from Moscow to Berlin as part of this mission, Thuy crashed fatally in the vicinity of Smolensk. He was testing a secret Albatros L 76 reconnaissance airplane at the time.

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