His [gen. Douglas Macarthurs] Twenty-two Medals-thirteen Of

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.

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.

To The Medieval Mind The Possibility Of Doubt Did Not Exist.

The Coconut Trees, Lithe And Graceful, Crowd The Beach Like A Minuet Of Slender Elderly Virgins Adopting Flippant Poses.

It Is True That Despite Occasional Gleams Of Churchillian Eloquence He [gen. Douglas Macarthur] Usually Spoke Poorly. He Was Far More Effective In Conversations A Deux. But Those Who Dismiss Him As Shallow Because His Rhetoric Was Fustian Err.