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.

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.

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

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

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

For a lifetime I had bathed with becoming regularity, and thought the world would come to an end unless I changed my socks every day. But in Africa I sometimes went without a bath for two months, and I went two weeks at a time without even changing my socks. Oddly enough, it didn't seem to make much difference.

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