One Of The Parodoxes Of War Is

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.

If You Go Long Enough Without A Bath, Even The Fleas Will Let You Alone.

Some Day I'd Like To Cover A War In A Country As Ugly As War Itself.

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

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.