There Is No Sense In

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

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

Someday When Peace Has Returned To This Odd World I Want To Come To London Again And Stand On A Certain Balcony On A Moonlit Night And Look Down Upon The Peaceful Silver Curve Of The Thames With Its Dark Bridges.

I Love The Infantry Because They Are The Underdogs. They Are The Mud-rain-frost-and-wind Boys. They Have No Comforts, And They Even Learn To Live Without The Necessities. And In The End They Are The Guys That Wars Can't Be Won Without.

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