For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit.

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.

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

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.

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 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.

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.