eugene b. sledge


As the sun disappeared below the horizon and its glare no longer reflected off a glassy sea, I thought of how beautiful the sunsets always were in the Pacific. They were even more beautiful than over Mobile Bay. Suddenly a thought hit me like a thunderbolt. Would I live to see the sunset tomorrow? - Eugene B. Sledge, With the Old Breed: At Peleliu and Okinawa

The second atomic bomb was dropped and rumors spread that the Japanese might surrender. I did not know a single veteran who believed it.
“The Nips won’t surrender. We’ll have to go back into the islands and wipe ‘em all out just like Peleliu. Even if they do surrender in Tokyo, we’ll have to fight 'em for years until every last one is knocked off,” said a tent mate of mine as we sat around speculating about our future.
“Yeah, they might throw in the towel to keep their cities from being bombed flat, but those bypassed Nip troops on Truk, Rabaul, and other places are not going to surrender,” added another. I agreed.
—  China Marine, by Eugene B. Sledge