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

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

The duty of the fighter pilot is to patrol his area of the sky, and shoot down any enemy fighters in that area. Anything else is rubbish.

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.

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

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.