War is the unfolding of miscalculations. – Barbara Tuchman
The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard. – Barbara Tuchman
War is the unfolding of miscalculations. – Barbara Tuchman
The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard. – Barbara Tuchman
No more distressing moment can ever face a British government than that which requires it to come to a hard, fast and specific decision. – Barbara Tuchman
The fleet sailed to its war base in the North Sea, headed not so much for some rendezvous with glory as for rendezvous with discretion. – Barbara Tuchman