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.

The front-line soldier wants it to be got over by the physical process of his destroying enough Germans to end it. He is truly at war. The rest of us, no matter how hard we work, are not.

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

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.

If you go long enough without a bath, even the fleas will let you alone.

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.

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