For Me War Has Become

I've Really Been Sick With This Cold, But I Think I Might Have Kept The Columns Going Anyhow Except I Was Just So Low In Spirit, I Didn't Have The Will To Struggle Against Them When My Deadline Was So Close And I Felt So Lousy.

For Me War Has Become A Flat, Black Depression Without Highlights, A Revulsion Of The Mind And An Exhaustion Of The Spirit.

Some Day I'd Like To Cover A War In A Country As Ugly As War Itself.

[i]nstead Of The Usual "why Can't We Make Movies More Like Real Life?" I Think A More Pertinent Question Is "why Can't Real Life Be More Like The Movies?"

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.