My dear Excellency! I have not gone to war to collect cheese and eggs, but for another purpose.
The aggressive spirit, the offensive, is the chief thing everywhere in war, and the air is no exception.
If I should come out of this war alive, I will have more luck than brains.
The murder of a man is still murder, even in wartime.
We convinced him quickly that the possibility of war was absolutely nil and continued our festivity. On the next day we were ordered to take the field.
All the papers contained nothing but fantastic stories about the war. However, for several months we had been accustomed to war talk. We had so often packed our service trunks that the whole thing had become tedious.