Find The Enemy And Shoot

The Aggressive Spirit, The Offensive, Is The Chief Thing Everywhere In War, And The Air Is No Exception.

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.

Sometimes, However, The Gaelic Blood Asserts Itself. The Frenchmen Will Then Attack. But The French Attacking Spirit Is Like Bottled Lemonade. It Lacks Tenacity. The Englishmen, On The Other Hand, One Notices That They Are Of Germanic Blood. Sportsmen Easily Take To Flying, And Englishmen See In Flying Nothing But A Sport.

The Quality Of The Box Matters Little. Success Depends Upon The Man Who Sits In It.