to love as to be loved with all my heart

Ain’t nobody going home.

We were all sent here to kill Japs, weren’t we? So what the hell difference does it make what weapon we use? I’d use my goddamn hands if I had to.

What did you say? I said I want to slap a Jap, Gunny. Slap a Jap. Well how about it, boys? I bet you all want to do more than slap a Jap. Slap a Jap. That’s what the enemy is to you, huh? A fucking bucktoothed cartoon dreamed up by some asshole on Madison Avenue to sell soap? Well, let me tell you something. The Jap I know, the Japanese soldier, he has been at war since you were in fucking diapers! He’s a combat veteran, an expert with his weapon. He can live off of maggoty rice and muddy water for weeks and endure misery you couldn’t dream up in your worst nightmare! The Japanese soldier doesn’t care if he gets hurt or killed, as long as he kills you. Now you can call them whatever you want. But never, ever, fail to respect their desire to put you and your buddies into and early grave! Is that clear?

There are things men can do to one another that are sobering to the soul. It is one thing to reconcile these things with God, but another to square it with yourself.

Three miles up, three miles down. 

T/4 Eugene Roe, Bastogne 01x06