To The Medieval Mind The Possibility Of

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.

Men Do Not Fight For Flag Or Country, For The Marine Corps Or Glory Or Any Other Abstraction. They Fight For One Another. And If You Came Through This Ordeal, You Would Age With Dignity.

His [gen. Douglas Macarthur's] Own Heroes Were Lincoln And Washington, And In Some Ways He Resembled Them. Like Them, He Was Slandered And Misunderstood.

But There Are No Loners. No Man Lives In A Void. His Every Act Is Conditioned By His Time And His Society.

I Realized That The Worst Thing That Could Happen To Me Was About To Happen To Me.