This quintessential "Good Soldier" burned his diaries so they couldn't be subpoenaed, kept his mouth shut through the war, and published his memoirs tThis quintessential "Good Soldier" burned his diaries so they couldn't be subpoenaed, kept his mouth shut through the war, and published his memoirs thirty years later, after Roosevelt and the rest were dead. A big-eared potato-faced Texan, like LBJ. ...more
In the aftermath of the attack, Raymer is the first to dive the wreck of the USS Arizona, tomb of 1,000 sailors, in oil-black waters:
Suddenly, I feltIn the aftermath of the attack, Raymer is the first to dive the wreck of the USS Arizona, tomb of 1,000 sailors, in oil-black waters:
Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong. I tried to suppress the strange feeling that I was not alone. I reached out to feel my way and touched what seemed to be a large inflated bag floating on the overhead. As I pushed it away, my bare hand plunged through what felt like a mass of rotted sponge. I realized with horror that the "bag" was a body without a head.
Gritting my teeth, I shoved the corpse as hard as I could. As it drifted away the fleshless fingers raked across my rubberized suit...I fought to choke down the bile that rose in my throat. That bloated torso had once contained viscera, muscle, firm tissue. It had been a man. I could hear the quickening thump of my pulse.
For the first time I felt confined in the suffocating darkness and had to suppress the desire to escape. "Breathe slowly, breathe deeply," I commanded myself. I must stay calm, professional, detached. The dangers from falling wreckage, holes in the deck, and knife-sharp jagged edges are real, formidable hazards. I must not succumb to terror over something that could not harm me.
A little later in the dive,
Then I got that eerie feeling again that I wasn't alone. Something was near. I felt the body floating above me. Soon the overhead was filled with floating forms.
Obviously, my movement through the water created a suction effect that drew the floating masses to me. Their skeletal fingers brushed across my copper helmet. The sound reminded me of the tinkling of oriental wind chimes.
This time I did not panic. Instead, I gently pushed the bodies clear and moved through the compartment. ...more
I think this book could drive you nuts if you read it closely too many times.
"Farther south, another Marine company took the last hill and came to a cI think this book could drive you nuts if you read it closely too many times.
"Farther south, another Marine company took the last hill and came to a cliff from which civilians were leaping, as at Saipan. Some jumped alone, some in pairs and small groups; a few pushed one another. A platoon leader who had fought straight through from L-day [three months prior] watched with mixed relief and caution: It was like ants when their nest has been dug up. Mass confusion. Civilians running here, running there, looking for a place where their fall wouldn't be broken on their way down, for a rock down below where they could hit full. Women too. It was the end of a long rabbit hunt: you'd been flushing them out and they kept running for new cover ahead of you. Now you flushed them out again and they were trapped, so they dove onto the rocks or went into the sea. We didn't shoot them but we didn't try to stop them either. Seeing civilians do all that didn't bother me one bit, not one iota. Maybe I was half crazy myself by that time, I don't know - but I had other worries. I'd seen a lot of horrors by then..."...more