Somebody Said That Carrier Pilots

Our Artillery... The Germans Feared It Almost More Than Anything We Had.

The Closest Fires Were Near Enough For Us To Hear The Crackling Flames And The Yells Of Firemen. Little Fires Grew Into Big Ones Even As We Watched. Big Ones Died Down Under The Firemen's Valor Only To Break Out Again Later.

There Is No Sense In The Struggle, But There Is No Choice But To Struggle.

I've Really Been Sick With This Cold, But I Think I Might Have Kept The Columns Going Anyhow Except I Was Just So Low In Spirit, I Didn't Have The Will To Struggle Against Them When My Deadline Was So Close And I Felt So Lousy.

[i]nstead Of The Usual "why Can't We Make Movies More Like Real Life?" I Think A More Pertinent Question Is "why Can't Real Life Be More Like The Movies?"