"But at last I was crawling up out of the abyss of Peleliu. I stowed my gear on my rack and went topside.
"The salt air was delicious to breathe. What a luxury to inhale long, deep breaths of fresh, clean air.
"But something in me died at Peleliu. Perhaps it was a childish innocence that accepted as faith the claim that man is basically good.
"Possibly I lost faith that politicians in high places, who do not have to endure war’s savagery, will ever stop blundering and sending others to endure it."
"The salt air was delicious to breathe. What a luxury to inhale long, deep breaths of fresh, clean air.
"But something in me died at Peleliu. Perhaps it was a childish innocence that accepted as faith the claim that man is basically good.
"Possibly I lost faith that politicians in high places, who do not have to endure war’s savagery, will ever stop blundering and sending others to endure it."
Eugene Sledge, 1944
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