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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.

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.

If I Can Just See The European War Out I Think I Might Feel Justified In Quitting The War.

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.

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