Manfred Von Richthofen

Fight on and fly on to the last drop of blood and the last drop of fuel, to the last beat of the heart.

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.

If I should come out of this war alive, I will have more luck than brains.

I started shooting when I was much too far away. That was merely a trick of mine. I did not mean so much as to hit him as to frighten him, and I succeeded in catching him. He began flying curves and this enabled me to draw near.

My dear Excellency! I have not gone to war to collect cheese and eggs, but for another purpose.

Now I am within thirty yards of him. He must fall. The gun pours out its stream of lead. Then it jams. Then it reopens fire. That jam almost saved his life.