It was, I'll bet you, 20 below. Nobody had hardly any clothes. ... Somebody had cut the legs off some long underwear, and I made a hat out of it.

We were all so cold and hungry. What was it like? It was hell.

I was just about ready to straighten up and start running when I hear, 'Up,' and I upped. So I was captured. I'm a prisoner of war.

I enlisted in the Air Corps, and I was doing what I wanted to do to help the country.

Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted or enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles.

It would have been miserable for them, ... It was wet, the roof leaked, they couldn't keep their clothes dry.