I Honored The Fallen Enemy By Placing

The Murder Of A Man Is Still Murder, Even In Wartime.

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

When One Has Shot Down One's First, Second Or Third Opponent, Then One Begins To Find Out How The Trick Is Done.

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 A Pity That My Collection Of Trophies Contains Not A Single Russian.