Teenagers Today Are More Free To Be

It Was Hard To Remember In The Heavy And Sensual Clarity Of These Mornings; I Forgot Whom I Hated And Who Hated Me. I Wanted To Break Out Crying From Stabs Of Hopeless Joy, Or Intolerable Promise, Or Because These Mornings Were Too Full Of Beauty For Me, Because I Knew Of Too Much Hate To Be Contained In A World Like This.

Stranded In This Mill Town Railroad Yard While The Whole World Was Converging Elsewhere, We Seemed To Be Nothing But Children Playing Among Heroic Men.

Your War Memories Will Be With You Forever, You'll Be Asked About Them Thousands Of Times After The War Is Over. People Will Get Their Respect For You From That-partly From That, Don't Get Me Wrong-but If You Can Say That You Were Up Front Where There Was Some Real Shooting Going On, Then That Will Mean A Whole Lot To You In Years To Come.

It Was Demeaning To Scrape Affection From Virtually Everyone You Encountered. That Was Immature.

So The More Things Remain The Same, The More They Change After All.