I am not afraid of the Junkers here,—I have spirits,—but the Germans at home have no spirits.
It was as though they both intended to fly right straight into the Junkers.
From nose to tail the Junkers became no more than a moving ball of fire.
"Junkers, right enough," Dawson repeated with a nod of his head.
But your Junkers and other jingoes neither wavered nor hesitated.