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.

Fighter pilots rove in the area allotted to them in any way they like, and when they spot an enemy they attack and shoot them down.... Everything else is rubbish.

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

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.

The aggressive spirit, the offensive, is the chief thing everywhere in war, and the air is no exception.

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

Whatever Boelcke told us was taken as Gospel!