He Spoke With More Eloquence Than Wisdom.

Just To Paint Is Great Fun. The Colours Are Lovely To Look At And Delicious To Squeeze Out. Matching Them, However Crudely, With What You See Is Fascinating And Absolutely Absorbing.

The Pictorial Battlefield Becomes A Sea Of Mud Mercifully Veiled By The Fog Of War.

When You're 20 You Care What Everyone Thinks, When You're 40 You Stop Caring What Everyone Thinks, When You're 60 You Realize No One Was Ever Thinking About You In The First Place. You Have Enemies? Good. That Means You've Stood Up For Something, Sometime In Your Life.

He Has To Conceal What He Would Most Wish To Make Public, And Make Public What He Would Most Wish To Conceal.

But Who In War Will Not Have His Laugh Amid The Skulls?