Some day I'd like to cover a war in a country as ugly as war itself.

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

Our artillery has really been sensational. For once we have enough of something and at the right time. Officers tell me they actually have more guns than they know what to do with.

It was a night when London was ringed and stabbed with fire.

About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an angry pulsation like a bee buzzing in blind fury.

Somebody said that carrier pilots were the best in the world, and they must be or there wouldn't be any of them left alive.

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.