It seemed hard to believe that Pyle could be killed.

Pyle could see pain when it was in front of his eyes.

With care he took Pyle's leather case from the table.

Pyle looked over my shoulder and found the room empty.

Pyle made the mistake of putting his idea into practice.

There was no sign of Pyle anywhere in the long street.

Pyle also did some of the writing and was a guest star.

By now he had left Pyle, and commissions were coming in quickly.

Pyle is a retired teacher who taught for over 25 years.

Pyle was interested in drawing and writing from a very young age.

It made no difference as Pyle had been killed instantly.

Ernie Pyle knew that the small story made us all part of the big war.

I pushed Pyle forward and ahead of me into the square before we could be stopped.

Pyle was not a reporter, as that word is usually understood.

For a quiet man Pyle that night was in a talking mood.

They make a toast to nothing and Pyle leaves the next day.

Then there were others, like myself, who could not ignore one key fact about Pyle: he never made it back home.

Pyle described her as "desperate within herself since the day she was born".

It was the nearest we came that day to speaking of Pyle.

There was no sound anywhere of Pyle: he must have reached the fields.

Pyle pushed himself up from the chair and glanced out at the street.

I sat down beside Pyle and stretched out my legs.

The water was up to our waists when Pyle stopped.

Pyle did no more than blink his bad eye and open one hand flat against the wall.

"One thing," said Pyle and pointed at the leather case that was still on the table.