- On Guadalcanal, I was coming back from the airfield to the work party. Jap planes came in dropping five hundred pounders while we were out in the open. All we could do was jump into a slit trench and cover up. There ws this guy, I didn’t know him. He was tucked in behind me. I could feel his heart beating, his lungs fighting for air, his lips on my back as he prayed to God to keep him alive. He believed God would save him. Jesus, I envied him! [draws in breath] Thanks for the smokes. There’s nothing to do in here but smoke.
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