English had hit upon a splendid joke. The intended to catch me or to bring me down.

When one has shot down one's first, second or third opponent, then one begins to find out how the trick is done.

Everything in the air that is beneath me, especially if it is a one seater . . . is lost, for it cannot shoot to the rear.

It is a pity that my collection of trophies contains not a single Russian.

In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable.

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.

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.