Find The Enemy And Shoot

It Is A Pity That My Collection Of Trophies Contains Not A Single Russian.

If I Should Come Out Of This War Alive, I Will Have More Luck Than Brains.

Of Course, With The Increasing Number Of Aeroplanes One Gains Increased Opportunities For Shooting Down One's Enemies, But At The Same Time, The Possibility Of Being Shot Down One's Self Increases.

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.

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.