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http:\/\/heatherkanderson.nmdprojects.net\/Story_HTML\/index.html\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n

Edward W.<\/p>\n

There were planes everywhere. The hum of the ships engines couldn\u2019t dwarf the sound. Water lapped over the edge of the ship splashing onto the decks. The waves rocked us into our neighboring soldiers.<\/p>\n

We weren\u2019t just any soldier though, we were the newly formed Marines.<\/p>\n

They assigned us an infiltration mission to Nagasaki. This would end the war for good. Well, end the last few combatants after the bomb in Hiroshima that is.<\/p>\n

We had done countless training maneuvers and were ready to fight.<\/p>\n

Well, we were ready until the ship turned around. The only thoughts I had were, Had the Japs given up? Was the war already over? Were we retreating? These questions raced through my mind as I watched the shore get smaller and smaller.<\/p>\n

Thats when I saw it. The large bomber flying over head with a heavy payload. I recognized that plane from our post drop training.<\/p>\n

They were going to bomb Nagasaki. They were going to blow the Japs sky high.<\/p>\n

The men around me started to cheer as the plane neared the coast. The cheering continued as we watched the bomb fall and the cloud mushroom up. The cheering stopped after that. There were almost invisible waves blowing across the land and water.<\/p>\n

We were luckily far enough to not be effected by the blast but the Japs weren\u2019t. The cities were gone now. The people with it. The men remain silent as we watch the bright cloud slowly settle. I could barely hear the murmurs of the men around me saying it was over.<\/p>\n

The war was over and I could finally go home.<\/p>\n

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The weather here is different, not like the cold wet of downeast or the humidity of the south.\u00a0 It\u2019s something altogether different.\u00a0 It must have to due with the currents or how close we are to the equator, but one thing I know for sure is I was not built for this weather.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not saying I miss the heavy wet snow of Maine, but it could cool down a little. Be more like Florida and less like the misery I\u2019m sure is closely related to Hell.<\/p>\n

At least it\u2019s not the excessive rain we\u2019ve had the last few weeks.<\/p>\n

I was informed by one of the officers that we are right in the middle of their monsoon season. That means we should enjoy the sun while we have it, because otherwise it\u2019ll only be rain again.<\/p>\n

I definitely won\u2019t miss the rain or heat.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d take the chill of Maine back any day.<\/p>\n

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I continue to be amazed by the contrasts of war.<\/p>\n

A few miles behind the lines one would never guess that a battle is raging ahead. The countryside looks so lovely and peaceful, and you can see the Okinawans digging sweet potatoes in the green fields or driving their goats & pigs along the road.<\/p>\n

This is some of the most beautiful country that I have seen and the war has left most of it untouched. The towns are in ruins, but the poor farmers will come through pretty good.<\/p>\n

According to the books the women in the country are supposed to dress only from the waist down but I guess they haven\u2019t read the books & much to our disappointment. They are all fully clothed, except for shoes. The young girls wear slacks. They have nice smiles too, and some of them offer you sugar cane or rice cakes.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately, in Saipan, many of the Okinawans retreated with the Jap soldiers & were killed with them or killed themselves.<\/p>\n

These people, however, have gotten out of the battle areas & do not appear to be afraid of us at all\u2014or hostile.<\/p>\n

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I finally discovered a library here and although the selection is poor there are 2 or 3 books that will occupy my attention for a while.<\/p>\n

Most of the books are a \u201cGift from the people of the United States to the Armed Forces\u201d\u2013as the little note reads.<\/p>\n

They were secured through the Victory Book Campaign. The people must not consider the soldiers very intelligent, or else they merely cleared their closets and attics of all the old trash they didn\u2019t want.<\/p>\n

I picked up one book entitled\u2013\u201dThings Japanese\u201d It looked very intriguing until I noticed the date\u20131890.<\/p>\n

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Keith S.<\/p>\n

I never realized how rough the ocean could be. I\u2019ve been out on the boat before, but this was nuthin\u2019 like that. I\u2019ve puked more times than I can remember, and the doc said it was maluria malaria. I have no idea what that is, but it must be bad because they have me here in the med area and told me I couldn\u2019t watch as we crossed into the Pacific.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve never been to the west before. Well the west or the \u2018far east\u2019, never been one for travel. The good ol\u2019 downeast was enough for me. I knew nuthin\u2019 good would come from traveling, what with this illness and all.<\/p>\n

The nurse just said my fever was rising. Must say, I\u2019ve never had a fever like this before. The kids back home would get a fever and if it didn\u2019t break by night they were a goner. Mine has been pretty long now. Any longer and I might not make it to the war. Not such a bad thing. I\u2019d rather not have to meet any of those yellow bastards.<\/p>\n

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Why am I here again? Was it just to kill these Japs? Was it to be ridiculed for being different? I\u2019m no better than them negros.<\/p>\n

I have nuthin\u2019 against them though. They are some of the finest soldiers here.<\/p>\n

My momma said that God\u2019s always watching over us so we have to follow his rules. Isn\u2019t one of them to \u2018Do un to others as you would do un to yourself\u2019?<\/p>\n

These jerks I work with musta never scene a Bible before cuz they ain\u2019t followin\u2019 God\u2019s rules.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m on latreen duty again with the negro fella named Jim. We haven\u2019t been on patrol in ages, not that I\u2019m complaining. I\u2019d rather not shoot people.<\/p>\n

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Today I went native. I just hand a lunch of coconuts and bananas and corn.<\/p>\n

This morning we fixed our shelters, which had it pretty rough last night. It rained like the dickens and there was a awful wind.<\/p>\n

I was on patrol last night and saw the whole thing.<\/p>\n

It was so dark you couldn\u2019t see nuthin\u2019. The rain felt like nails against my raincoat.<\/p>\n

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Dwight W.<\/p>\n

To say that this was unexpected is an understatement.\u00a0 Here I am, in the U.S. Navy fighting the Japanese.\u00a0 I never realized how well off we were in the world until coming here.\u00a0 The U.S. has it wonderful, even with all the rationing I\u2019ve heard about.<\/p>\n

I know my mum wasn\u2019t happy to not be able to bake as often. Thats what she always did to relax.\u00a0 Now she must be doing the wash more often.\u00a0 Her linens must be spotless.<\/p>\n

I worry that I won\u2019t be able to handle the selfishness of everyone when I go home.\u00a0 Being here, in this hell, has taught me to stop taking things for granted.<\/p>\n

Mother won\u2019t understand, but my schoolmates should.\u00a0 I believe they are all over here now, mother has been writing me updates on everyone.<\/p>\n

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We have been busy helping to build up this camp, like pioneers.<\/p>\n

Yesterday I was on a detail clearing brush and pitching tents.<\/p>\n

Every body works here, including 1st Sgts. I may even be on patrol one of these days for the 1st time in years. It\u2019s a small price to pay for approaching my discharge day.<\/p>\n

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Our own artillery had been firing all morning and when I heard the explosion I assumed it was caused by the firing of one of our guns.<\/p>\n

I continued digging.<\/p>\n

A few seconds later another explosion was heard. This one was much louder and much closer.<\/p>\n

Someone yelled, \u201cThey\u2019re going the wrong way!\u201d\u009d (Meaning that it was an enemy shell and not our own.)<\/p>\n

Everyone hit the ground.<\/p>\n

I crawled into my very inadequate fox-hole and hugged the ground, in spite of the 4 inches of water in which I was lying. Not too soon either.<\/p>\n

A third shell landed and a cruel, razor-edged piece of shrapnel came bouncing over the ground, landing about 5 yards from the fox-hole next to me.<\/p>\n

I thought to myself \u2014 \u201cSo this is it, this is war.\u201d At the same time I cursed the ancestors who were responsible for the long nose which made it difficult to get closer to the ground. It seemed to make such a difference at the time.<\/p>\n

My heart was pounding violently \u2014 threatening to tear itself loose it seemed.<\/p>\n

Although my face was flushed and hot, I was shivering \u2014 whether from the cold or from fear I cannot say.<\/p>\n

It was probably fear, because the intense cold was completely forgotten.<\/p>\n

New Entry<\/b><\/p>\n

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