To The Medieval Mind The Possibility Of

One Strange Feeling, Which I Remember Clearly, Was A Powerful Link With The Slain, Particularly Those That Had Fallen Within The Past Hour Or Two. There Was So Much Death Around That Life Seemed Almost Indecent. Some Men's Uniforms Were Soaked With Gobs Of Blood. The Ground Was Sodden With It. I Killed, Too.

They Fought On With A Devotion Which Would Puzzle The Generation Of The 1980s. More Surprising, In Many Instances It Would Have Baffled The Men They Themselves Were Before Pearl Harbor. Among Macarthur's Ardent Infantrymen Were Cooks, Mechanics, Pilots Whose Planes Had Been Shot Down, Seamen Whose Ships Had Been Sunk, And Some Civilian Volunteers.

A Man's Task Is To Find Himself, And If He Fails In This, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else He Finds.

His [gen. Douglas Macarthurs] Twenty-two Medals-thirteen Of Them For Heroism-probably Exceeded Those Of Any Other Figure In American History. He Seemed To Seek Death On Battlefields.

An Edwardian Lady In Full Dress Was A Wonder To Behold, And Her Preparations For Viewing Were Awesome.