If I Can Just See The European

Marines Have A Cynical Approach To War. They Believe In Three Things; Liberty, Payday And That When Two Marines Are Together In A Fight, One Is Being Wasted. Being A Minority Group Militarily, They Are Proud And Sensitive In Their Dealings With Other Military Organizations. A Marine's Concept Of A Perfect Battle Is To Have Other Marines On The Right And Left Flanks, Marine Aircraft Overhead And Marine Artillery And Naval Gunfire Backing Them Up.

For Me War Has Become A Flat, Black Depression Without Highlights, A Revulsion Of The Mind And An Exhaustion Of The Spirit.

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.

It Was A Night When London Was Ringed And Stabbed With Fire.

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.