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In Peace-armies Discipline Meant The Hunt, Not Of An Average But Of An Absolute; The Hundred Per Cent Standard In Which The Ninety-nine Were Played Down To The Level Of The Weakest Man On Parade.... The Deeper The Discipline, The Lower Was The Individual Excellence; Also The More Sure The Performance.

Nine-tenths Of Tactics Are Certain, And Taught In Books: But The Irrational Tenth Is Like The Kingfisher Flashing Across The Pool, And That Is The Test Of Generals.

All Men Dream, But Not Equally. Those Who Dream By Night In The Dusty Recesses Of Their Minds, Wake In The Day To Find That It Was Vanity: But The Dreamers Of The Day Are Dangerous Men, For They May Act On Their Dreams With Open Eyes, To Make Them Possible.

To Make War Upon Rebellion Is Messy And Slow, Like Eating Soup With A Knife.

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