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.
Find the enemy and shoot him down. Anything else is nonsense.
It is a pity that my collection of trophies contains not a single Russian.
English had hit upon a splendid joke. The intended to catch me or to bring me down.
I started shooting when I was much too far away. That was merely a trick of mine. I did not mean so much as to hit him as to frighten him, and I succeeded in catching him. He began flying curves and this enabled me to draw near.