My uncle Howard was in the First Marine division on Guadalcanal. Don’t know if he was a paramarine or not. He was 18 when he entered the service. It was hell. The Japs and the mosquitoes and the lack of quinine made it pretty much unbearable. The replacement drug for malaria caused some of the men to go stir crazy during battle. That happened to my uncle. He continued to serve throughout the war. When he was 25 he committed suicide. I pray for him every day.
May God have mercy on his soul. We have no idea of the sufferings those brave men endured.