The Aggressive Spirit, The Offensive, Is The

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

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

Success Flourishes Only In Perseverance Ceaseless, Restless Perseverance.

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.

The Duty Of The Fighter Pilot Is To Patrol His Area Of The Sky, And Shoot Down Any Enemy Fighters In That Area. Anything Else Is Rubbish.