The murder of a man is still murder, even in wartime.
Everything in the air that is beneath me, especially if it is a one seater . . . is lost, for it cannot shoot to the rear.
Find the enemy and shoot him down. Anything else is nonsense.
I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave.
Whatever Boelcke told us was taken as Gospel!
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.