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"My first recollection is that of a bugle call."
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"I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone, their features curl and bend as if the paper's burning, blackness eats them. A glimpse, a pale shimmer on the air; a glow, aurora, dance of electrons, then a face again, faces. But they fade, though I stretch out my arms towards them, they slip away from me, ghosts at daybreak. Back to wherever they are. Stay with me, I want to say. But they won't."
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"I know nothing about her. Just some books, and some stories she tried to tell me, and things I didn't understand, and I remember big red soft hands and that smell. I never knew who she really was. I mean, she must have been nine too, once."
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"By remembering it too often I have blurred the memory itself."
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"Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure."
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"Create memories every day. Enjoy every moment every way."
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"There is nothing like an odor to stir memories."
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"Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ..."
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"The marks we leave are too often scars."
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"Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a memory to you:the lover that recited love poems.I must go nowand I urge you not to look back."
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"Strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day..."
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"Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul."
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"In war there is no substitute for victory."
War
"In war, you win or lose, live or die - and the difference is just an eyelash."
War
"I've looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes."
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"In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield."
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"Old soldiers never die; they just fade away."
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"Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul."
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"Always there has been some terrible evil at home or some monstrous foreign power that was going to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it."
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"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war."
War
"We are not retreating - we are advancing in another direction."
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