I could not be happier with what the boys did. I was very pleased with them.

The relays did very well.

He makes everybody chase behind him. It really moves everybody up.

Small boys were a mystery to Sylvie. The satisfaction they gained from throwing sticks or stones for hours on end, the obsessive collection of inanimate objects, the brutal destruction of the fragile world around them, all seemed at odds with the men they were supposed to become.

I thought I'd be on a boat doing (search) patterns, looking for fishing vessels.

All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys