GEOPOLITICAL MEMOIR
There’s No “Honor” In Going To War With China
Part Three: In honor of gardens, gods, an apple and Coca-Cola
This is the third installment of a twelve-part series recounting my 30-year USAFA reunion. USAFA did not respond to a request for comment. To read part one, click here.
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World War II: The Pacific Theatre
“In addition to the terror and hardships of combat, each day brought some new dimension of dread for me. I witnessed some new, ghastly, macabre facet in the kaleidoscope of the unreal, as though designed by some fiendish ghoul to cause even the most hardened and calloused observer among us to recoil in horror and disbelief… One man had been decapitated. His head lay on his chest; his hands had been severed from his wrists and also lay on his chest near his chin. In disbelief, I stared at the face as I realized that the Japanese had cut off the dead Marine’s penis and stuffed it into his mouth… My emotions solidified into a rage and a hatred… beyond anything I ever had experienced.”
― E.B. Sledge, With the Old Breed, At Peleliu and Okinawa
