The Murder Of A Man Is Still

Everything In The Air That Is Beneath Me, Especially If It Is A One Seater . . . Is Lost, For It Cannot Shoot To The Rear.

Whatever Boelcke Told Us Was Taken As Gospel!

English Had Hit Upon A Splendid Joke. The Intended To Catch Me Or To Bring Me Down.

As A Little Boy Of Eleven I Entered The Cadet Corps. I Was Not Particularly Eager To Become A Cadet, But My Father Wished It. So My Wishes Were Not Consulted.

The Duty Of The Fighter Pilot Is To Patrol His Area Of The Sky, And Shoot Down Any Enemy Fighters In That Area. Anything Else Is Rubbish.