Fighting In The Air Is Not Sport.

Major Richard Bong Was An Example Of The Tragic And Terrible Price We Must Pay To Maintain Principles Of Human Rights, Of Greater Value Than Life Itself. This Gallant Air Force Hero Will Be Remembered Because He Made His Final Contribution To Aviation In The Dangerous Role Of Test Pilot Of An Untried Experimental Plane, A Deed That Places Him Among The Stout-hearted Pioneers Who Gave Their Lives In The Conquest Of Sky And Space.

I've Cheated The Grim Reaper More Times Than Anyone I Know, And I'll Fight Like A Wildcat Until They Nail The Lid Of My Pine Box Down On Me.

If A Thing Is Old, It Is A Sign That It Was Fit To Live. Old Families, Old Customs, Old Styles Survive Because They Are Fit To Survive. The Guarantee Of Continuity Is Quality. Submerge The Good In A Flood Of The New, And Good Will Come Back To Join The Good Which The New Brings With It. Old-fashioned Hospitality, Old-fashioned Politeness, Old-fashioned Honor In Business Had Qualities Of Survival. These Will Come Back.

The Experienced Fighting Pilot Does Not Take Unnecessary Risks. His Business In To Shoot Down Enemy Planes, Not To Get Shot Down. His Trained Hand And Eye And Judgment Are As Much A Part Of His Armament As His Machinegun, And A Fiftyfifty Chance Is The Worst He Will Take Or Should Take Except Where The Show Is Of The Kind That . . . Justifies The Sacrifice Of Plane Or Pilot.

In This Business, You Find The Enemy, Then Go After And Destroy Him. Everything Else Is Rubbish!