Whatever Boelcke told us was taken as Gospel!

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

Everything depends on whether we have for opponents those French tricksters or those daring rascals, the English. I prefer the English. Frequently their daring can only be described as stupidity. In their eyes it may be pluck and daring.

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.

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

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.

When one has shot down one's first, second or third opponent, then one begins to find out how the trick is done.