Whatever Boelcke Told Us Was

Everything In The Air That Is Beneath Me, Especially If It Is A One Seater . . . Is Lost, For It Cannot Shoot To The Rear.

English Had Hit Upon A Splendid Joke. The Intended To Catch Me Or To Bring Me Down.

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

I Never Was Good At Learning Things. I Did Just Enough Work To Pass. In My Opinion It Would Have Been Wrong To Do More Than Was Just Sufficient, So I Worked As Little As Possible.

In The Heat Of The Russian Summer A Sleeping Car Is The Most Horrible Instrument Of Martyrdom Imaginable.