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

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

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

I love the infantry because they are the underdogs. They are the mud-rain-frost-and-wind boys. They have no comforts, and they even learn to live without the necessities. And in the end they are the guys that wars can't be won without.

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

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.

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