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But even here one screaming Jap "hero" succeeded in
dashing to within fifteen yards of the Battalion Headquarters before
his body was cut to tatters by our Tommy-gunners. There he lay for
several hours the next morning, while groups of our men, heading off
on patrols, stopped to glance at the crumpled corpse -- mute symbol
of the desperate fury of this race of men we were fighting.
He had achieved the summit of all that his
traditions, training, and instincts ever taught him to hope for.
Reaching the high-water mark of the Jap counter attacks on
Corregidor, he had emptied his veins of life blood for the Emperor.
Banzai!
Our men stared down at him, not saying much. Many of
them, perhaps, were thinking, "It might o' been us."
Capt. Charles M. Bradford, MD. |
(Photo:
Cave Clearance
