It Was A Night When

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

All The Rest Of Us - You And Me And Even The Thousands Of Soldiers Behind The Lines In Africa - We Want Terribly Yet Only Academically For The War To Get Over.

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.

If You Go Long Enough Without A Bath, Even The Fleas Will Let You Alone.

War Makes Strange Giant Creatures Out Of Us Little Routine Men Who Inhabit The Earth.