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The men are walking. They are fifty feet apart, for dispersal. Their walk is slow, for they are dead weary, as you can tell even when looking at them... →
About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an angry pulsation like a bee... →
I was away from the front lines for a while this spring, living with other troops, and considerable fighting took place while I was gone. When I got... →
If you go long enough without a bath, even the fleas will leave you alone.
The front-line soldier wants it to be got over by the physical process of his destroying enough Germans to end it. He is truly at war. The rest of... →
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 American soldier is quick in adapting himself to a new mode of living. Outfits which have been here only three days have dug vast networks of... →
Below us the Thames grew lighter, and all around below were the shadows - the dark shadows of buildings and bridges that formed the base of this... →
Our artillery has really been sensational. For once we have enough of something and at the right time. Officers tell me they actually have more guns... →
War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth.
I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.
In their eyes as they pass is not hatred, not excitement, not despair, not the tonic of their victory - there is just the simple expression of being... →
At last we are in it up to our necks, and everything is changed, even your outlook on life.
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