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.

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

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

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.

In their eyes as they pass is not hatred, not excitement, not despair, not the tonic of their victory - there is just the simple expression of being here as though they had been here doing this forever, and nothing else.

All the rest of us - you and me and even the thousands of soldiers behind the lines in Africa - we want terribly yet only academically for the war to get over.

Thoughts are wonderful things, that they can bring two people, so far apart, into harmony and understanding for even a little while.