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The Greatest Commander Is He Whose Intuitions Most Nearly Happen.

It Seems To Me That The Conquest Of The Air Is The Only Major Task For Our Generation.

I Wrote My Will Across The Sky, In Stars

Suppose We Were (as We Might Be) An Influence, An Idea, A Thing Intangible, Invulnerable, Without Front Or Back, Drifting About Like A Gas? Armies Were Like Plants, Immobile, Firm-rooted, Nourished Through Long Stems To The Head. We Might Be A Vapour, Blowing Where We Listed Ours Should Be A War Of Detachment. We Were To Contain The Enemy By The Silent Threat Of A Vast, Unknown Desert

We Lived Always In The Stretch Or Sag Of Nerves, Either On The Crest Or In The Trough Of Waves Of Feeling.