You think I'd cheat on you?" I demanded with all the innocent outrage I could muster. "With another guy, no. With a cheeseburger. . . in a heartbeat.
War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth.
Marines have a cynical approach to war. They believe in three things; liberty, payday and that when two Marines are together in a fight, one is being wasted. Being a minority group militarily, they are proud and sensitive in their dealings with other military organizations. A Marine's concept of a perfect battle is to have other Marines on the right and left flanks, Marine aircraft overhead and Marine artillery and naval gunfire backing them up.
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.
Thoughts are wonderful things, that they can bring two people, so far apart, into harmony and understanding for even a little while.
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.
Say what you will, nothing can make a complete soldier except battle experience.
I usually don't say anything to the actors. It works better for me because when they come to the set, they are at the same time scared and excited because they are not well aware of what will happen.
The Christian needs to walk in peace, so no matter what happens they will be able to bear witness to a watching world.
I don't think men see any lusty sexiness in me. The appealing thing is an air of abandonment. Men don't want any responsibility, and neither do I.
I did not choose solitude. Who would? It came on me like a kind of vocation, demanding an effort that married women can't picture.