The Quality Of The Box Matters Little.

The Murder Of A Man Is Still Murder, Even In Wartime.

I Honored The Fallen Enemy By Placing A Stone On His Beautiful Grave.

I Started Shooting When I Was Much Too Far Away. That Was Merely A Trick Of Mine. I Did Not Mean So Much As To Hit Him As To Frighten Him, And I Succeeded In Catching Him. He Began Flying Curves And This Enabled Me To Draw Near.

What's The Hurry? Are You Afraid I Won't Come Back?

Find The Enemy And Shoot Him Down. Anything Else Is Nonsense.