He [gen. Douglas Macarthur] Was A Great

One Strange Feeling, Which I Remember Clearly, Was A Powerful Link With The Slain, Particularly Those That Had Fallen Within The Past Hour Or Two. There Was So Much Death Around That Life Seemed Almost Indecent. Some Men's Uniforms Were Soaked With Gobs Of Blood. The Ground Was Sodden With It. I Killed, Too.

He [gen. Douglas Macarthur] Never Went To Church, But He Read The Bible Every Day And Regarded Himself As One Of The World's Two Great Defenders Of Christendom. (the Other Was The Pope.)

Japanese Naval Officers In Dress Whites Are Frequent Guests At Pearl Harbor's Officers' Mess And Are Very Polite. They Always Were. Except, Of Course, For That Little Interval There Between 1941 And 1945.

I Try To Be As Ruthless As Possible. I Ask Myself Of Each Sentence, "is It Clear? Is It True? Does It Feel Good?" And If It's Not, Then I Rewrite It.

He [gen. Douglas Macarthur] Was A Great Thundering Paradox Of A Man, Noble And Ignoble, Inspiring And Outrageous, Arrogant And Shy, The Best Of Men And The Worst Of Men, The Most Protean, Most Ridiculous, And Most Sublime.