There is no sense in the struggle, but there is no choice but to struggle.

Thoughts are wonderful things, that they can bring two people, so far apart, into harmony and understanding for even a little while.

One of the parodoxes of war is that those in the rear want to get up into the fight, while those in the lines want to get out.

I try not to take any foolish chances, but there's just no way to play it completely safe and still do your job.

Our artillery... The Germans feared it almost more than anything we had.

War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth.

For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit.