English Had Hit Upon A Splendid Joke.

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

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

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.

Of Course, With The Increasing Number Of Aeroplanes One Gains Increased Opportunities For Shooting Down One's Enemies, But At The Same Time, The Possibility Of Being Shot Down One's Self Increases.

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.