I Have Always Noticed That Whenever A

In Wartime, Truth Is So Precious That She Should Always Be Attended By A Bodyguard Of Lies.

Here Was A Place Where Real Things Were Going On. Here Was A Scene Of Vital Action. Here Was A Place Where Anything Might Happen. Here Was A Place Where Something Would Certainly Happen. Here I Might Leave My Bones.

My Tastes Are Simple. I Like Only The Very Best.

War Is Mainly A Catalogue Of Blunders.

The True Guide Of Life Is To Do What Is Right.