If I can just see the European war out I think I might feel justified in quitting the war.

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.

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

But to the fighting soldier that phase of the war is behind. It was left behind after his first battle. His blood is up. He is fighting for his life, and killing now for him is as much a profession as writing is for me.

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

I was away from the front lines for a while this spring, living with other troops, and considerable fighting took place while I was gone. When I got ready to return to my old friends at the front I wondered if I would sense any change in them.

Say what you will, nothing can make a complete soldier except battle experience.