You stand there, looking up, watching them fly into the distance into and part of the horizon, then disappear. But the number is not the same! Twelve went out, nine returned. To see this formation go out and see this same formation returning in the evenings.
You are really War Conscious when you see the airplanes, in formation, early in the morning, flying to meet their rendezvous with the Japs and with death. That being true the spice has gone out of my life. It’s said that variety is the spice of life.
I’ve read that lately a new, better ration has been devised but I doubt we’ll even see it. We change and switch them around in eating order to try and fool ourselves. Meat and beans, vegetable hash, or vegetable stew. You would have to eat cold food, “C” Rations, canned. No one wanders about at night for any reason and I mean for any reason! When you are caught at darkness, that’s where you dig in and wait for blessed daylight. At the front, when darkness comes, you don’t dare move about. The worse one, waiting in a fox hole, after dark, afraid to move as the cracking of a twig brings on a salvo of firing from Friend and Foe alike. Half filled with water and creeping things. You would have to live in a fox hole for days on end.
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Then you would have to live as we are living now to be, in the true full meaning, War Conscious. I hope and pray that the time will never come for when bombs are rained down from the heavens and with death and destruction come the real meaning of despair, sacrifice and fortitude. Not that I hold it against them but that’s the way it is, that’s the way it will remain. Although most people think that they are War Conscious, are they really?-so far removed from the far-flung battle fronts, can they be? Perhaps I’m wrong but I can’t see how they can be.
I will tell you why I would not wish it so. You are with it so long, it remains about you so close, that it also becomes an impersonal thing. Would you really like to be over here? I don’t know whether you would like it but this I know, I wouldn’t like it for you. You say that you wish you were over here. Mitchell understood the good intentions of her sentiment, but nevertheless felt the need to gently admonish her for romanticizing, in any way, life in a war zone. Army major named Oscar Mitchell, who was serving in the China-Burma-India theater, received a letter from a close friend in New York expressing how much she missed him and suggesting it would be exciting to be with him. “Every time you hear somebody say that the war will be over soon,” one soldier wrote to his wife in May 1944-a full sixteen months before hostilities ceased-“look them straight in the eye and tell them that a lot of people are still dying over here.” In the spring of 1944 a U.S. But when they heard stories of war fatigue on the home front or sensed that the public did not fully grasp the enormity of combatants’ and civilians’ suffering, a spark of frustration could emerge in correspondence home. Military censorship and a desire not to worry loved ones at home kept most troops from disclosing the strains and hardships they faced in battle. From the April 2008 issue: A Soldier Strips the Romance Out of Life at War
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