The Marine Corps Taught Me

Really Important Books To Me Are The Classics. I Try Very Hard To Read Them Well - You Know, Especially Once I Got Serious About Writing.

He Ran As He'd Never Run Before, With Neither Hope Nor Despair. He Ran Because The World Was Divided Into Opposites And His Side Had Already Been Chosen For Him, His Only Choice Being Whether Or Not To Play His Part With Heart And Courage. He Ran Because Fate Had Placed Him In A Position Of Responsibility And He Had Accepted The Burden. He Ran Because His Self-respect Required It. He Ran Because He Loved His Friends And This Was The Only Thing He Could Do To End The Madness That Was Killing And Maiming Them.

For Every Veteran Who Goes Through A Divorce, A Wife Goes Through One, Too. For Every Veteran Alone In The Basement, There Is A Wife Upstairs, Bewildered, Isolated And In Despair From The Dark Clouds Of War That Hangs Over Family Life.

This Nation Should Be Less Worried About Putting The Vietnam Syndrome Behind Us Than Restarting The World War Ii Victory Syndrome That Resulted In The Vietnam Syndrome In The First Place.

Victory In Combat Is Like Sex With A Prostitute. For A Moment You Forget Everything In The Sudden Physical Rush, But Then You Have To Pay Your Money To The Woman Showing You The Door. You See The Dirt On The Walls And Your Sorry Image In The Mirror.