It Was Demeaning To Scrape

Your War Memories Will Be With You Forever, You'll Be Asked About Them Thousands Of Times After The War Is Over. People Will Get Their Respect For You From That-partly From That, Don't Get Me Wrong-but If You Can Say That You Were Up Front Where There Was Some Real Shooting Going On, Then That Will Mean A Whole Lot To You In Years To Come.

I Began To Know That Each Morning Reasserted The Problems Of Night Before, That Sleep Suspended All But Changed Nothing, That You Couldn’t Make Yourself Over Between Dawn And Dusk.

All Of Them, All Except Phineas, Constructed At Infinite Cost To Themselves These Maginot Lines Against This Enemy They Thought They Saw Across The Frontier, This Enemy Who Never Attacked That Way-if He Ever Attacked At All; If He Was Indeed The Enemy.

Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

As I Said, This Was My Sarcastic Summer. It Was Only Long After That I Recognized Sarcasm As The Protest Of People Who Are Weak.