Home Artists Posts Import Register

Downloads

Comments

Stephen Lewis

Returning to the memoir this series is heavily based on. These are just snippets. “To the noncombatants and those on the periphery of action, the war meant only boredom or occasional excitement; but to those who entered the meat grinder itself, the war was a nether world of horror from which escape seemed less and less likely as casualties mounted and the fighting dragged on and on. Time had no meaning; life had no meaning. The fierce struggle for survival in the abyss of Peleliu eroded the veneer of civilization and made savages of us all." "As I looked at the stains on the coral, I recalled some of the eloquent phrases of politicians and newsmen about how "gallant" it is for a man to "shed his blood for his country," and "to give his life's blood as a sacrifice," and so on. The words seemed ridiculous. Only the flies benefited." "To be under a barrage of prolonged shelling simply magnified all the terrible physical and emotional effects of one shell. To me, artillery was an invention of Hell. The onrushing whistle and scream of the big steel package of destruction was the pinnacle of violent fury and the embodiment of pent-up evil. It was the essence of violence and of man’s inhumanity to man. I developed a passionate hatred for shells. To be killed by a bullet seemed so clean and surgical. But shells would not only tear and rip the body, they tortured one’s mind almost beyond the brink of sanity. After each shell I was wrung out, limp and exhausted." "Something in me died at Peleliu. Perhaps it was the 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." "As we talked, I noticed a fellow mortarman sitting next to me. He held a handful of coral pebbles in his left hand. With his right hand he idly tossed them into the open skull of the Japanese machine gunner. Each time his pitch was true I heard a little splash of rainwater in the ghastly receptacle. My buddy tossed the coral chunks as casually as a boy casting pebbles into a puddle on some muddy road back home; there was nothing malicious in his action. The war had so brutalized us that it was beyond belief."

Chris Bruneau

when Capt ack ack gets killed, it breaks your heart! Arianna and Maple, stay strong, this is one of the most horrific and emotional series ever made. My Dad was a combat vet in Korea, we started watching this series together. He got up and walked out of the room said it hit a little too close to home. CB

Chris Bruneau

Also, I think Snafu want to save Eugene from becoming just like him--he was trying to help him keep some of his humanity, that stuff about the germs was BS.

Charlie Horgan

Can’t wait for you to watch The Thin Red Line. This series is tough. Completely different than Band of Brothers. The audiobooks of Helmet for my Pillow by Robert Leckie and With The Old Breed by Eugene Sledge are read by the actors who play them on the show. Oh, and please to a watch of the SPARTACUS show that was on STARZ. It’s way better than it ever had any business being.

Antonio Monarrez

The Pacific shows how brutal it was for the marines to take the islands. I read a quote about WW2 that really makes you think of the difference between the European theater and the Pacific theater during WW2. It was “If the European war in the west was a prize boxing fight between two well respected advisories, then the war in the Pacific was a rusty knife fight in the gutter between two mortal enemies.”