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It is writing that does what only literature can do: transport you to another time and place and acquaint you with emotions and sensations that you otherwise would never feel. It captures both the terrors and triumphs of war, its ugliness and also its
awful beauty.
War takes on a very personal flavor when other men are shooting at you, and you feel little sympathy at seeing them killed.
There is no horror to these things. The first one you see is the only shock. The rest are simple repetition.
It is startling to think how one’s standards of values change under the continued impetus of living conditions such as ours on Guadalcanal. Things like bread and privies, considered the barest necessities at home, become luxuries.
