USS Flying Fish Ss-229/seventh War Patrol October %e2%80%93 November 1943

Famous quotes containing the words war, november, october, seventh, fish and/or flying:

    There’s no telling what might have happened to our defense budget if Saddam Hussein hadn’t invaded Kuwait that August and set everyone gearing up for World War II½. Can we count on Saddam Hussein to come along every year and resolve our defense-policy debates? Given the history of the Middle East, it’s possible.
    —P.J. (Patrick Jake)

    During my administration the most unpleasant and perhaps most dramatic negotiations in which we participated were with the various leaders of Iran after the seizure of American hostages in November 1979. The Algerians were finally chosen as the only intermediaries who were considered trustworthy both by me and the Ayatollah Khomeini. After many aborted efforts, final success was achieved during my last few hours in the White House.
    Jimmy Carter (James Earl Carter, Jr.)

    The autumnal change of our woods has not yet made a deep impression on our own literature yet. October has hardly tinged our poetry.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    Hard-hearted girl,
    get rid of these doubts
    based on false rumor.
    It’s not good
    to subject me to sorrow
    because of backbiters’ words,
    or have you decided now,
    silly girl,
    that it’s all true?
    Do to me what you will,
    sweetheart.
    Suit yourself.
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)

    When the weather is bad as it was yesterday, everybody, almost everybody, feels cross and gloomy. Our thin linen tents—about like a fish seine, the deep mud, the irregular mails, the never to-be-seen paymasters, and “the rest of mankind,” are growled about in “old-soldier” style. But a fine day like today has turned out brightens and cheers us all. We people in camp are merely big children, wayward and changeable.
    Rutherford Birchard Hayes (1822–1893)

    We saw by the flitting clouds, by the first russet tinge on the hills, by the rushing river, the cottages on shore, and the shore itself, so coolly fresh and shining with dew, and later in the day, by the hue of the grape-vine, the goldfinch on the willow, the flickers flying in flocks, and when we passed near enough to the shore, as we fancied, by the faces of men, that the fall had commenced.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)