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 from behind. Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion.
More Quotes by Ernie Pyle
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.
War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth.
It was a night when London was ringed and stabbed with fire.
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.
Swinging first and swinging to kill is all that matters now.
I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.