She said nothing, but said it loudly. - Michael F. Flynn

But scouts, he told himself firmly, must observe what is, not what they wish to see.

No field of knowledge is so transparently simple as another’s.

The stories I have to tell are not for the ears of youngsters. What were the stories, really? A crowd of men charged from the trench. Later, some of them came back. What more was there to say? Once, a long time ago, war had been glamorous, with pageantry and uniforms to shame a peacock. Now it was only necessary, and the uniforms were the color of mud.