Whatever Boelcke told us was taken as Gospel!

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.

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.

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

English had hit upon a splendid joke. The intended to catch me or to bring me down.

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

Success flourishes only in perseverance ceaseless, restless perseverance.