Monday, January 12, 2009

At The War by Ken Burns and Lynn Novick

"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."

Eugene Sledge, 1944

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