"Warren dropped his father at the telephone exchange, saying he would take the footlockers to the fleet landing. Their parting was almost as casual as if they expected to dine together, but they shook hands, which they seldom did, and stared for a moment in each other's eyes, smiling."
—Warren and Pug upon Pug's departure for the open sea, Chapter 1, p. 21.

"All around him, men have been dropping in their tracks right along; often silently, sometimes with a groan or a cry. When kicking and clubbing does not rouse a man who falls, he gets a bullet through the head. This is a routine precaution, for partisans might otherwise revive and recruit him. Calmly but punctiliously the Germans blow each skull to pieces, leaving a red mass on the snow by the neck of the huddled Russian greatcoat."
Chapter 3, p. 43.

"Well, I like your indignation over Elsa...