Nothing Will Bring American Sympathy

The Great Defence Against Aerial Menace Is To Attack The Enemy's Aircraft As Near As Possible To Their Point Of Departure.

Each One Hopes That If He Feeds The Crocodile Enough, The Crocodile Will Eat Him Last. All Of Them Hope That The Storm Will Pass Before Their Turn Comes To Be Devoured. But I Fear - I Fear Greatly - The Storm Will Not Pass. It Will Rage And It Will Roar, Even More Loudly, Even More Widely.

It Helps To Write Down Half A Dozen Things Which Are Worrying Me. Two Of Them, Say, Disappear; About Two Of Them Nothing Can Be Done, So It's No Use Worrying; And Two Perhaps Can Be Settled.

Sure I Am This Day We Are Masters Of Our Fate, That The Task Which Has Been Set Before Us Is Not Above Our Strength; That Its Pangs And Toils Are Not Beyond Our Endurance. As Long As We Have Faith In Our Own Cause And An Unconquerable Will To Win, Victory Will Not Be Denied Us.

Logic Is A Poor Guide Compared With Custom.