[a coded message to the Resistance, spoken in French] Radio Announcer: John has a long mustache.
Boys are marvellous creatures. Perhaps they will sink below the brutes; perhaps they will attain to a woman’s tenderness.
Lieutenant Colonel Benjamin Vandervoort: You can't give the enemy a break. Send him to hell.
[a coded message to the Resistance, spoken in French] Radio Announcer: Wounds my heart with a monotonous languor.
Oh, poor, poor fellow!' said Mrs. Elliot with a remorse that was sincere, though her congratulations would not have been.
Flight Officer David Campbell: The thing that's always worried me about being one of the few is the way we keep on getting fewer.
There stood a young man who had the figure of a Greek athlete and the face of an English one...Just where he began to be beautiful the clothes started.
You kissed me yes, But it was not just goodnight even then I could feel the promise in it. The promise that you could kiss me like that forever.
Flight Officer David Campbell: He's dead. I'm crippled. You're lost. Do you suppose it's always like that? I mean war.
Destroyer Commander: You remember it. Remember every bit of it, 'cause we are on the eve of a day that people are going to talk about long after we are dead and gone.
Maj. Werner Pluskat: [on the phone again] You know those five thousand ships you say the Allies haven't got? Well, they've got them!
God, with a wisdom I can't claim to understand, called you home a long time ago, and the tears I shed that night have never seemed to dry.
[Millen plays the bagpipes as British troops march toward the Germans] Pvt. Clough: There it is, he's at it again! Have you ever heard such a racket in all your life? Private Flanagan: Yeah, it takes an Irishman to play the pipes.
Major General Gunther Blumentritt: [in German] This is history. We are living an historical moment. We are going to lose the war because our glorious Führer has taken a sleeping pill and is not to be awakened. Sometimes I wonder which side God is on...
and then you stopped. And looked at me. And I knew then exactly what was going to happen. You kissed me, yes. But it was not just goodnight. Even then, I could feel the promise in it. The promise that you would kiss me just like that, forever.
If we'd never met, I think I would have known my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for
[On whether to commence the Normandy invasion in marginal weather conditions] General Dwight D. Eisenhower: I'm quite positive we must give the order. I don't like it, but there it is. Gentlemen, I don't see how we can possibly do anything... but go.
Lt. Col. Ocker: [Pluskat, inside a bunker, has just realized the Normandy invasion has begun and is warning Ocker, who is skeptical] And just where, my dear Pluskat, are those ships going? Maj. Werner Pluskat: Straight for me!
Travel does this: it creates space that allows thoughts and memories to intrude and assert themselves with impunity. Smells and sights, the quality of light, the honk of a horn -- can all act as touchstones when least expected.
...but unlike me, she has a hard time saying such things. She loved me with a passion, but I felt it in her expressions, in her touch, in the tender brush of her lips. And, when I needed it most, she loved me with the written word as well.
Owen Owens Field embodies the name of the team that calls it home. It's Spartan to the core.
