Ernie Pyle
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Ernie Pyle
Ernest Taylor Pylewas a Pulitzer Prize–winning American journalist. As a roving correspondent for the Scripps-Howard newspaper chain, he earned wide acclaim for his accounts of ordinary people in rural America, and later, of ordinary American soldiers during World War II. His syndicated column ran in more than 300 newspapers nationwide...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth3 August 1900
CountryUnited States of America
flames fire break-out
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.
peace hurt confused
I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.
two differences world
For a lifetime I had bathed with becoming regularity, and thought the world would come to an end unless I changed my socks every day. But in Africa I sometimes went without a bath for two months, and I went two weeks at a time without even changing my socks. Oddly enough, it didn't seem to make much difference.
two people understanding
Thoughts are wonderful things, that they can bring two people, so far apart, into harmony and understanding for even a little while.
soldier battle
Say what you will, nothing can make a complete soldier except battle experience.
pilots alive world
Somebody said that carrier pilots were the best in the world, and they must be or there wouldn't be any of them left alive.
spring fighting house
I was away from the front lines for a while this spring, living with other troops, and considerable fighting took place while I was gone. When I got ready to return to my old friends at the front I wondered if I would sense any change in them.
night fire london
It was a night when London was ringed and stabbed with fire.
two bees would-be
About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an angry pulsation like a bee buzzing in blind fury.