Fight on and fly on to the last drop of blood and the last drop of fuel, to the last beat of the heart.
Manfred Von RichthofenRead
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.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the intensity of combat and the unpredictable nature of life and death in battle.
In this quote, Manfred Von Richthofen, a renowned fighter pilot, narrates a harrowing moment in combat where he believes he is close to taking a life but experiences an unexpected jam in his weapon. This moment illustrates the fragility of life in warfare, as the malfunction of a firearm can mean the difference between life and death, underlining themes of fate and the unpredictability of violence.
In practice
During a speech at a military memorial, this quote can be used to illustrate the unexpected turns of fate in battle.
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.
In the terrible years of the Yezhov terror I spent seventeen months waiting in line outside the prison in Leningrad. One day somebody in the crowd identified me . . . and asked me in a whisper . . . "Can you describe this?" And I said: "I can."
Courage is the first of human qualities because it is the quality which guarantees the others.
You think you would react one way when a situation develops and, and when the sharp shells are flying, you don't quite stand up like you think you might.
You just need to be a flea against injustice. Enough committed fleas biting strategically can make even the biggest dog uncomfortable and transform even the biggest nation.
As a disabled person I have to think and plan far more than anyone else. If I want to catch a bus I have to consider whether the ramp works, whether there will be someone in the one space who doesn't want to move. It can be a constant worry.
I'm no hero. Heroes don't come back. Survivors return home. Heroes never come home. If anyone thinks I'm a hero, I'm not.
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