My Daddy thought a lot of Claire Boothe Luce; said she came to Europe at the end of the war - right after I think - and was flown around over the battlefields (where brave men died crawling out of foxholes with their hands frozen to the triggers on their guns) and when she landed after that, she remarked that she did not see how anyone could have survive such utter destruction as those battlefields.
She made on of my favorite quips: Henry Wallace advocated “freedom of the skies”, which Clare Boothe Luce dismissed as “globaloney”.