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

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.

I had to inspect all fighter units in Russia, Africa, Sicily, France, and Norway. I had to be everywhere.

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

Never abandon the possibility of attack. Attack even from a position of inferiority, to disrupt the enemy's plans. This often results in improving one's own position.

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

And most of these pilots were lost during the first five flights.