The closest fires were near enough for us to hear the crackling flames and the yells of firemen. Little fires grew into big ones even as we watched. Big ones died down under the firemen's valor only to break out again later.

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... The Germans feared it almost more than anything we had.

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

I try not to take any foolish chances, but there's just no way to play it completely safe and still do your job.

The closest fires were near enough for us to hear the crackling flames and the yells of firemen. Little fires grew into big ones even as we watched. Big ones died down under the firemen's valor only to break out again later.

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