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 really been sick with this cold, but I think I might have kept the columns going anyhow except I was just so low in spirit, I didn't have the will to struggle against them when my deadline was so close and I felt so lousy.

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.

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.

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

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.