Once There Was a War

by John Steinbeck

No one has yet put words and a melody to the real homesickness, the real terror, and the real ferocity of the war.

Some of the best writing of the war has been on the noses of bombers.

There is enough dullness in the war as it is.

You project your mind into the future and the things you are going to do then.

In all of the little stories it is the ordinary, the commonplace thing or incident against the background of the bombing that leaves the indelible picture.