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

I find the concept of Hell to be more honest than that of everyday life. In Hell, no one can lie to you, because you already know what to expect for the rest of eternity. Nothing more and nothing less.

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.

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.

No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!