Quotes About Memories

You never forget the feeling of not getting to the World Series. Yes, it sticks with you.

Having been aware of the Red Sox since the 1946 World Series, having been growled at by Ted Williams as a young reporter in 1960, having been present at the horror of 1986 and the comeback of 2004, I have seen the highs and lows of some other people's favorite team.

You don't get a chance to go to the playoffs and World Series very often, but to be able to experience it with the people you love most in the world is really fun.

I've been fortunate to be on two teams that have won the World Series. I've had a chance to go through that and see how much fun it is and the memories you make going through that process. No matter how many times you do it, you're always going to have an itch to do that again.

At the age of nine, I could cross the length of Glasgow on a succession of buses, wearing regulation garter-topped stockings and compulsory cap and - if I'd done well enough to earn the honour in last week's test - with a First World War medal on a striped ribbon pinned to my brown blazer. I must have looked like a chocolate soldier.

People that spend time in a foxhole - they're never going to find that relationship anywhere else again... Everything else pales next to that. When you think about the Second World War vets - more than even the Vietnam vets - there's a brotherhood.

My dad was in the Second World War with General Patton. He won medals for bravery, but he came home quite damaged, so he was a handful. He told us some terrible stories, and I guess you'd say he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder.

Well, you know, I was through the whole of the Second World War and saw all my friends killed.

I remember eating in school in the years after the Second World War. Most of my friends had miserable portions of Spam with an inedible, glutinous pudding served in containers we called 'coffins.' As a vegetarian, I had a lump of loathsome cheese and some bread.

Every country has its own perspective on the Second World War. This is not surprising when experiences and memories are so different.

I once interviewed my grandma for a class project about the Second World War. After 70 years filled with marriage, children, grandchildren, death, poverty and triumph, the thing about which she was unquestionably the proudest and most excited was that she and her family did their part during the war.

I was in World War Two at the battle of Okinawa.

I have an uncle who was heavily involved in World War 2, so over the years, I've talked to him many times.

A few years ago, I was trying to buy a piece of land next to a house I had in Newfoundland. I discovered that the plot had been owned by a family, and the son had gone off to World War I and been killed. It began to interest me: What would have happened on that land if the son had lived, had brought up his own family there?

By interviewing at least one veteran, you can preserve memories that otherwise might be lost. My uncle was a downed fighter pilot and P.O.W. in World War II, and I am looking forward to recording his story for inclusion in the project.

I'm old enough to remember the end of World War II. On Aug. 14, 1946, a year after the Japanese were defeated, most newspapers and magazines had single articles commemorating the end of the war.

My two grandfathers fought in World War II.

I know a lot about the Battle of the Bulge, and a lot about World War II from 'Saving Private Ryan.'

I was a little girl in World War II and I'm used to being freed by Americans.

I had old bunk beds that my dad got from Seabrook Farms. They were first used by German prisoners during World War II, who were sent to work the farms during the war. The metal beds with their thin mattresses could easily be used as a jungle gym and I loved them.

People who, like me, grew up in the 1950s and 1960s after World War II, grew up with cars.

Except for a short period at the end of World War II, I attended an elementary school affiliated to Kobe University from ages six to twelve and then moved on to Nada Middle and High School from ages twelve to eighteen. I enjoyed many out-door activities in my youth.

Part of my head will always be in the years after World War II - the five years before Korea started.

My father fought in World War II at the Battle of the Bulge.