For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
Thoughts are wonderful things, that they can bring two people, so far apart, into harmony and understanding for even a little while. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
Someday when peace has returned to this odd world I want to come to London again and stand on a certain balcony… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
At last we are in it up to our necks, and everything is changed, even your outlook on life. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
For a lifetime I had bathed with becoming regularity, and thought the world would come to an end unless I changed my socks every… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
Marines have a cynical approach to war. They believe in three things; liberty, payday and that when two Marines are together in a fight,… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
Say what you will, nothing can make a complete soldier except battle experience. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
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… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
There is no sense in the struggle, but there is no choice but to struggle. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
But to the fighting soldier that phase of the war is behind. It was left behind after his first battle. His blood is up.… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
“In Europe we felt that our enemies, horrible and deadly as they were, were still people. ... But out here I soon gathered that… — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great. — Ernie Pyle Copy Share Image
