I'm just raising some cannons

"In the evening, two new officers arrive at the squadron, Lieutenant Weiß, a student at a technical college, and Lieutenant Wenzl Richard. Richthofen had also chosen these two himself. He knew why. He greeted Lieutenant Wenzl with a whole programme in just a few sentences: "Well, now we've managed to get you here after all. What? You've been transferred to Squadron 11 and are joining a nice group of comrades where you're sure to feel at home. So you'll be flying triplanes. There are enough aircraft and no shortage of ammunition. So you'll have the opportunity. I'm just going to grow some cannons." And turned to go to sleep. Fighting, eating, sleeping, that was the libidinous triad that characterised his life at the front. Anyone who said that he was a predator of the most marvellous class was using a somewhat literary comparison, but in a certain noble sense it was true. Only men moulded inwardly and outwardly in this way, without nerves, without sentimentality, could be leaders of similarly moulded men to such a superhuman extent."