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

If I should come out of this war alive, I will have more luck than brains.

Fighter pilots rove in the area allotted to them in any way they like, and when they spot an enemy they attack and shoot them down.... Everything else is rubbish.

Of course, with the increasing number of aeroplanes one gains increased opportunities for shooting down one's enemies, but at the same time, the possibility of being shot down one's self increases.

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

Fight on and fly on to the last drop of blood and the last drop of fuel, to the last beat of the heart.

What's the hurry? Are you afraid I won't come back?