I don't know anything about it. I only know what we see from our worm's-eye view, and our segment of the picture consists only of tired and dirty soldiers who are alive and don't want to die; of shocked, silent men wandering back down the hill from battle; of jeeps and smelly bedding rolls and C rations and blown bridges and hospitals and shirt collars greasy black from months of wearing; and of laughter too, and anger and wine and lovely flowers and constant cussing. All these it is composed of; and of graves and graves and graves. --Ernie Pyle