After all we did for Britain, selling that corduroy and making it swing, all we got was a bit of tin on a piece of leather.
It's been a strange day - a day when I thought I was on top of the world, planning my life. I planned all of my courses for the rest of the semester at Smith, and talked to my advisor about honoring in History.
We are a generation of settlers, and without the steel helmet and gun barrel, we shall not be able to plant a tree or build a house.

