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

I was away from the front lines for a while this spring, living with other troops, and considerable fighting took place while I was gone. When I got ready to return to my old friends at the front I wondered if I would sense any change in them.

War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth.

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.

About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an angry pulsation like a bee buzzing in blind fury.

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.

Some day I'd like to cover a war in a country as ugly as war itself.