The Summer Of 1943 At Exeter Was

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

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.

I Never Killed Anybody And I Never Developed An Intense Level Of Hatred For The Enemy. Because My War Ended Before I Ever Put On A Uniform; I Was On Active Duty All My Time At School; I Killed My Enemy There.

What I Mean Is, I Love Winter, And When You Really Love Something, Then It Loves You Back, In Whatever Way It Has To Love.

There Was No Harm In Taking Aim, Even If The Target Was A Dream.