Young people in my generation were sort of in lockstep, and it wasn't just the '40s, either. In the '30s and in the '50s it was the same. No one ever dropped out unless he got sick or got kicked out.

The summer of 1943 at Exeter was as happy a time as I ever had in my life.

The next major advance in the health of the American people will be determined by what the individual is willing to do for himself.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

the scornful force of his tone turned the word into a curse

Young people in my generation were sort of in lockstep, and it wasn't just the '40s, either. In the '30s and in the '50s it was the same. No one ever dropped out unless he got sick or got kicked out.

Your war memories will be with you forever, you'll be asked about them thousands of times after the war is over. People will get their respect for you from that-partly from that, don't get me wrong-but if you can say that you were up front where there was some real shooting going on, then that will mean a whole lot to you in years to come.