Everything In The Air That Is Beneath

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

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

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.

Whatever Boelcke Told Us Was Taken As Gospel!

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