I Honored The Fallen Enemy

The Murder Of A Man Is Still Murder, Even In Wartime.

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.

Fight On And Fly On To The Last Drop Of Blood And The Last Drop Of Fuel, To The Last Beat Of The Heart.

Find The Enemy And Shoot Him Down. Anything Else Is Nonsense.