I've Been Immersed In It Too Long.

There Is No Sense In The Struggle, But There Is No Choice But To Struggle.

Somebody Said That Carrier Pilots Were The Best In The World, And They Must Be Or There Wouldn't Be Any Of Them Left Alive.

The American Soldier Is Quick In Adapting Himself To A New Mode Of Living. Outfits Which Have Been Here Only Three Days Have Dug Vast Networks Of Ditches Three Feet Deep In The Bare Brown Earth. They Have Rigged Up A Light Here And There With A Storage Battery.

I Was Away From The Front Lines For A While This Spring, Living With Other Troops, And Considerable Fighting Took Place While I Was Gone. When I Got Ready To Return To My Old Friends At The Front I Wondered If I Would Sense Any Change In Them.

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.