Young Frank only cares for life because he is looking forward to one day driving a tank.

I've made up my mind to burn Sam's uniform; but I expect it will end in my wrapping it up in lavender and hiding it away in a drawer.

And then there will be all the books and plays.

No self-respecting heroine, for the next ten years will dream of marrying anyone but a soldier." Joan laughed.

"Difficult to get anything else, just at present," she said.