Whatever Boelcke Told Us Was Taken As

I Have Had An Experience Which Might Perhaps Be Described As Being Shot Down. At The Same Time, I Call Shot Down Only When One Falls Down. Today I Got Into Trouble But I Escaped With A Whole Skin.

Everything In The Air That Is Beneath Me, Especially If It Is A One Seater . . . Is Lost, For It Cannot Shoot To The Rear.

One Can Become Enthusiastic Over Anything. For A Time I Was Delighted With Bomb Throwing. It Gave Me A Tremendous Pleasure To Bomb Those Fellows From Above.

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

The Quality Of The Box Matters Little. Success Depends Upon The Man Who Sits In It.