“Your soul may belong to Jesus, but your ass belongs to the marines.” — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
“Lying in a foxhole sweating out an enemy artillery or mortar barrage or waiting to dash across open ground under machine-gun or artillery fire… — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
“Your soul may belong to Jesus, but your ass belongs to the marines.” — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
War is brutish, inglorious, and a terrible waste... The only redeeming factors were my comrades' incredible bravery and their devotion to each other. Marine… — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
I asked God "Why, why, why?" I turned my face away and wished that I were imagining it all. I had tasted the bitterest… — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
“I think the Marine Corps has forgotten where Pavuvu is," one man said. "I think God has forgotten where Pavuvu is," came a reply.… — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
“As the sun disappeared below the horizon and its glare no longer reflected off a glassy sea, I thought of how beautiful the sunsets… — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
I am the harvest of man's stupidity. I am the fruit of the holocaust. I prayed like you to survive, but look at me… — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
“The men digging in on both sides of me cursed the stench and the mud. I began moving the heavy, sticky clay mud with… — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
“And I didn’t neglect to point out to my Yankee buddies that most of the high shooters in our platoon were Southern boys.” — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
“The other veteran said "Listen, mate, everybody gets scared, and anybody says he don't is a damn liar” — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
“Would the war dehumanize me so that I, too, could "field trip" enemy dead with such nonchalance?” — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
“I concluded that it was impossible for me to be killed, because God loved me. Then I told myself that God loved us all… — Eugene B. Sledge Copy Share Image
