About Every Two Minutes A New Wave

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.

Swinging First And Swinging To Kill Is All That Matters Now.

The Front-line Soldier Wants It To Be Got Over By The Physical Process Of His Destroying Enough Germans To End It. He Is Truly At War. The Rest Of Us, No Matter How Hard We Work, Are Not.

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

Thoughts Are Wonderful Things, That They Can Bring Two People, So Far Apart, Into Harmony And Understanding For Even A Little While.