With the Old Breed: At Peleliu and Okinawa

by Eugene B. Sledge

This, I realized, was the difference between war and hunting. When I survived the former, I gave up the latter.

To find oneself in a situation where your life seems of little value is the ultimate in loneliness.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you’ll never know The hell where youth and laughter go.