MARINES
In front of Bloody Nose ridge on Peleliu. a Marine colonel fretted in his command posta piece of tin under a poncho which shaded him from the sun. He worried the end of a frazzled cigaret, surveyed the field before him with hard, bloodshot eyes. For many days his regiment had been fighting it out in this sector against Jap troops dug into the limestone face of the ridge.
The field telephone buzzed. The colonel listened and growled into it: "We're still going but some of my companies are damned small." A Jap...
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