Find The Enemy And Shoot Him Down.

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

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

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.

It Is Better That One's Customers Come To One's Shop Than To Have To Look For Them Abroad.

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.