Recruit: This aerodynamic Delilah. Its uptilted wings.Its clear curving cockpit cover, the whirling of dials and needles.The illustrious uniform of the German Airforce. The click of the heels in salute, the flare of the jacket, the wide, long-skirted hang of it, and oh, the low shiny peak of the cap.
Officer: I think that's enough.
Recruit: But Sir, the danger, and the glory of death. A young and dashing life gone up in flames. Blonde maidens weeping. To die for one's country. To set forth in a silver lance to joust with the forces of darkness.
Officer: They don't always crash, you know.
Recruit: It would be an honour to crash in such a plane.