If I Can Just See The European

Thoughts Are Wonderful Things, That They Can Bring Two People, So Far Apart, Into Harmony And Understanding For Even A Little While.

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.

I Love The Infantry Because They Are The Underdogs. They Are The Mud-rain-frost-and-wind Boys. They Have No Comforts, And They Even Learn To Live Without The Necessities. And In The End They Are The Guys That Wars Can't Be Won Without.

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.

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.