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For A Lifetime I Had Bathed With Becoming Regularity, And Thought The World Would Come To An End Unless I Changed My Socks Every Day. But In Africa I Sometimes Went Without A Bath For Two Months, And I Went Two Weeks At A Time Without Even Changing My Socks. Oddly Enough, It Didn't Seem To Make Much Difference.

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

I Love The Infantry Because They Are The Underdogs. They Are The Mud-rain-frost-and-wind Boys. They Have No Comforts, And They Even Learn To Live Without The Necessities. And In The End They Are The Guys That Wars Can't Be Won Without.

But To The Fighting Soldier That Phase Of The War Is Behind. It Was Left Behind After His First Battle. His Blood Is Up. He Is Fighting For His Life, And Killing Now For Him Is As Much A Profession As Writing Is For Me.

Some Day I'd Like To Cover A War In A Country As Ugly As War Itself.