What's The Hurry? Are You Afraid I

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

Fighter Pilots Rove In The Area Allotted To Them In Any Way They Like, And When They Spot An Enemy They Attack And Shoot Them Down.... Everything Else Is Rubbish.

Sometimes, However, The Gaelic Blood Asserts Itself. The Frenchmen Will Then Attack. But The French Attacking Spirit Is Like Bottled Lemonade. It Lacks Tenacity. The Englishmen, On The Other Hand, One Notices That They Are Of Germanic Blood. Sportsmen Easily Take To Flying, And Englishmen See In Flying Nothing But A Sport.

It Is Better That One's Customers Come To One's Shop Than To Have To Look For Them Abroad.

Whatever Boelcke Told Us Was Taken As Gospel!