It's unbelievable what one squadron of twelve aircraft did to tip the balance.

Of course, the outcome of the war would not have been changed. The war was lost perhaps, when it was started. At least it was lost in the winter of '42, in Russia.

Flying is more than a sport and more than a job; flying is pure passion and desire, which fill a lifetime.

As a fighter pilot I know from my own experiences how decisive surprise and luck can be for success, which in the long run comes only to the one who combines daring with cool thinking.

An excellent weapon and luck had been on my side. To be successful, the best fighter pilot needs both.

When I was fired from my post as General of the Fighter Arm, I was to give proof that this jet was a superior fighter. And that's when we did it. I think we did it.

Nine g's is good, if the pilot can stand it. We couldn't stand it. Not in the airplanes of World War II.