Ernie Pyle
Ernie Pyle
Ernest Taylor Pylewas a Pulitzer Prize–winning American journalist. As a roving correspondent for the Scripps-Howard newspaper chain, he earned wide acclaim for his accounts of ordinary people in rural America, and later, of ordinary American soldiers during World War II. His syndicated column ran in more than 300 newspapers nationwide...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth3 August 1900
CountryUnited States of America
american-journalist outlook
At last we are in it up to our necks, and everything is changed, even your outlook on life.
american-journalist bodies dead feet fifty inhuman line looking men speaks
The men are walking. They are fifty feet apart, for dispersal. Their walk is slow, for they are dead weary, as you can tell even when looking at them from behind. Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion.
american-journalist fleas
If you go long enough without a bath, even the fleas will leave you alone.
night fire london
It was a night when London was ringed and stabbed with fire.
gun literature enough
Our artillery has really been sensational. For once we have enough of something and at the right time. Officers tell me they actually have more guns than they know what to do with.
military war writing
But to the fighting soldier that phase of the war is behind. It was left behind after his first battle. His blood is up. He is fighting for his life, and killing now for him is as much a profession as writing is for me.
two bees would-be
About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an angry pulsation like a bee buzzing in blind fury.
war fighting lines
One of the parodoxes of war is that those in the rear want to get up into the fight, while those in the lines want to get out.
spring fighting house
I was away from the front lines for a while this spring, living with other troops, and considerable fighting took place while I was gone. When I got ready to return to my old friends at the front I wondered if I would sense any change in them.
dark night curves
Someday when peace has returned to this odd world I want to come to London again and stand on a certain balcony on a moonlit night and look down upon the peaceful silver curve of the Thames with its dark bridges.
struggle thinking sick
I've really been sick with this cold, but I think I might have kept the columns going anyhow except I was just so low in spirit, I didn't have the will to struggle against them when my deadline was so close and I felt so lousy.
struggle choices
There is no sense in the struggle, but there is no choice but to struggle.
light feet soldier
The American soldier is quick in adapting himself to a new mode of living. Outfits which have been here only three days have dug vast networks of ditches three feet deep in the bare brown earth. They have rigged up a light here and there with a storage battery.
matter firsts
Swinging first and swinging to kill is all that matters now.