Well done to these brave men who fought and served, may they never be forgotten. Or maybe you were stuck in traffic and you really, really needed to pee. This is why war should be avoided at all costs, and this is why no one man should ever be given the authority, with a flourish of his signature, to risk the lives of young men and women. But these people had one thing, one job that they would never forget. I'm certain it sucks if you're in that situation and I'm amazed that there were no riots or mass disobedience from the marines.
Key Features Author s Eugene B. He perhaps felt I couldn't understand what he endured. I have since bought a copy for a friend here in Australia and he also ranks it in his top 10 military history books. Fortunately for us, this memoir was made public and I found it to be an moving account of one mans journey through his time as a Marine and his experiences of two brutal battles, Peleliu and Okinawa. It's a lousy analogy, but, at times, it felt like watching Pixar's Bug's Life. And on hearing of the surrender of Japan and the ending of the war: Sitting in stunned silence, we remembered our death. Marine Corps training taught us to kill efficiently and to try to survive.
He explains how Japanese soldiers who spoke English tried to move in on their foxholes at night and how occasionally a buddy was mistakenly shot for an enemy. Yet after having read With the Old Breed, I understand a little better why he was the way he was. The book follows him through training, then to the Pacific outpost of Pavuvu, then into the battlefields of Peleliu and Okinawa. . Our commanders knew that if we were to win and survive, we must be trained realistically for it whether we liked it or not. Sledge understood the ease with which a man could lose his sense of humanity and recognized how close he came to that outcome.
So it is with a sense of indebtedness to Eugene B. Read this book, and be grateful you will never have to go through that. My dad fought on Okinawa, receiving a citation from the office of the president for his participation in the taking of Shuri Ridge. Might bombing the Auschwitz railway have impeded the course of the Holocaust? He became a chronicler, a historian, a storyteller who turns the extremes of the war in the Pacific—the terror, the camaraderie, the banal and the extraordinary—into terms we mortals can grasp. There are problems with dropping the atomic bomb. Very minimal damage to the cover including scuff marks, but no holes or tears.
Does it define each of them as a person? Sledge's memoir hit every one of those questions-- and then some. He speaks of how hard it is to hold onto your humanity when surrounded by such inhumanity, and to extend patience and understanding in his words to those who at times loose their sense of self. I concluded that it was impossible for me to be killed, because God loved me. That esprit de corps sustained us. Click on the cover image above to read some pages of this book! Sledge witnesses one young Marine cut open the face of a fatally wounded Japanese soldier to pry his gold teeth out of him. I can understand now why he very seldom spoke of his wartime experience, and when he did, he only told funny stories. But what really sets this apart are the author's honest descriptions of how he felt and his motivations in combat - comradeship, bravery You've read the other reviews, so you already know how good this is.
Oops, getting more sentimental here, let's continue. This book is different from other memoirs because of the detail. During temporary lapses in the fighting, conditions on the islands mean that the Marines often can't wash, stay dry, dig latrines, or even find time to eat. Good: A book that has been read but is in good condition. Suffering from constant fear, fatigue, and filth, the struggle of simply living in a combat zone is utterly debilitating.
Very personal and moving memoir of the horrors and fighting experienced during the Peleliu and Okinawa campaigns. The best writings are usually through first hand accounts. The ironic thing is that Peleliu was made a strategic objective by the Americans because of its airfield, which was thought to be a possible threat to Allied shipping. The words seemed so ridiculous. War is such self-defeating, organized madness the way it destroys a nation's best. His memoir of men at war should be read throughout the coming generations by anyone ever inclined to take the matter of war with an attitude of indifference. Warning: this review includes some spoilers.
It is as good as William Manchester's masterpiece. The fierce struggle for survival in the abyss of Peleliu had eroded the veneer of civilization and made savages of us all. His description of the life of a marine in wartime is direct, brutal, and honest. If you have ever wondered what it was like to be a member of a rifle platoon in the Marines or Army, fighting the Japanese in the Pacific theatre, you need to read this book. Sledge wrote this memoir less for strangers than to tell his own family what his war had been like. Through all of this, Sledge doesn't lose his compassion or his humanity.
It was a wonderfully written story and made me feel like I was right there in the mud and muck with them. They do not surrender, they will lure American medics to their wounded and then blow themselves and the medics up with grenades. This was a very good book. They had had enough of war, but they had greater difficulty adjusting to civilians or to comfortable Stateside posts. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. 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.
But reading this book one begins to realize A great read. Then she grabs his rifle and points it at her forehead, begging him to pull the trigger. Author Sledge, Sledgehammer, takes you from civilian life to the last days of the war in the Pacific. Thanks, Sledgehammer, for sharing your story, and my dad's, with me. This book is his memoir and I loved every single part of it. Combat leaves an indelible mark on those who are forced to endure it.