Someday when peace has returned to this odd world I want to come to London again and stand on a certain balcony on a moonlit night and look down upon the peaceful silver curve of the Thames with its dark bridges.

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've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.

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

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

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

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