Find The Enemy And Shoot Him Down.

In The Heat Of The Russian Summer A Sleeping Car Is The Most Horrible Instrument Of Martyrdom Imaginable.

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.

I Never Was Good At Learning Things. I Did Just Enough Work To Pass. In My Opinion It Would Have Been Wrong To Do More Than Was Just Sufficient, So I Worked As Little As Possible.

Fight On And Fly On To The Last Drop Of Blood And The Last Drop Of Fuel, To The Last Beat Of The Heart.

The Important Thing In Aeroplanes Is That They Shall Be Speedy.