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.

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

Below us the Thames grew lighter, and all around below were the shadows - the dark shadows of buildings and bridges that formed the base of this dreadful masterpiece.

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

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

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

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.