Back in Oswego, Ore., Johnny Slocum didn't go in much for religion. He tried Sunday school a few times and found it dull. Religion did not interest him. After his freshman year at Oregon State College he dropped out to enlist. By Easter, 1943, John McDaniel Slocum was a second lieutenant in the infantry, in charge of a reconnaissance party of twelve men in New Guinea. They had been away from their base for many weeks, were living on powdered milk and canned stew.
"All my men and myself were having a big gabfest last night," he wrote his mother, "and...
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