Whatever Boelcke Told Us Was Taken As

I Have Had An Experience Which Might Perhaps Be Described As Being Shot Down. At The Same Time, I Call Shot Down Only When One Falls Down. Today I Got Into Trouble But I Escaped With A Whole Skin.

What's The Hurry? Are You Afraid I Won't Come Back?

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

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.

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