Find The Enemy And Shoot Him Down.

The Aggressive Spirit, The Offensive, Is The Chief Thing Everywhere In War, And The Air Is No Exception.

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

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

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.

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.