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.

My dear Excellency! I have not gone to war to collect cheese and eggs, but for another purpose.

Whatever Boelcke told us was taken as Gospel!

The aggressive spirit, the offensive, is the chief thing everywhere in war, and the air is no exception.

I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave.

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.

Find the enemy and shoot him down. Anything else is nonsense.