Our brave marines and soldiers are putting their lives on the line once again, and once again liberals are handing the enemy the ammunition to kill them. Liberals are the enemy why would they not hand the enemy the ammunition to kill them?
Liberals hate America and all she stands for but it is wrong to say they have sided with the enemy they have never sided with "their" enemy.
Liberals love Vietnam it the only war they ever won.
This is the last of these columns from (location 1). By the time you read this, the old man will be on his way back to America. After that will come a long, long rest. And after the rest, well, you never can tell.
Undoubtebly this seems to be a funny time for a fellow to be quitting the war. It is a funny time. But I'm not leaving because of a whim, or even especially because I'm homesick. I'm leaving for one reason only - because I have just got to stop. "I've had it," as they say in the Army. I have had all I can take for a while.
I've been (months) months overseas since this war started; have written about 700,000 words about it; have totalled nearly a year in the front lines.
I do hate terribly to leave right now, but I have given out. I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has finally become too great.
All of a sudden it seemed to me that if I heard one more shot or saw one more dead man, I would go off my nut. And if I had to write one more column, I'd collapse. So I'm on my way.
It may be that a few months of peace will restore some vim in my spirit, and I can go war-horsing off to (location 2). We'll see what a little New Mexico sunshine does along that line.
EVEN AFTER two and a half years of war writing there still is a lot I would like to tell. I wish right now that I could tell you about our gigantic and staggering supply system that keeps these great armies moving.
I am sorry I haven't been able to get around to many branches of service that so often are neglected. I would like to have written about the transportation corps and the airport engineers and the wire-stringers and the chemical mortars and the port batalions. To all of those that I have missed, my apologies. But the Army over here is just too big to cover it all.
I KNOW THE FIRST question everyone will ask when I get home is:
"When will the war be over?"
So I'll answer even before you ask me, and the answer is: "I don't know." We all hope and most of us think it won't be too long now.
And yet there is the possibility of it going on and on, even after we are deep in (country 1). The (people 1) are desperate and their leaders have nothing to quit for. Every day the war continues is another hideous blackmark against the (country 1) nation. They are beaten and they haven't quit. Every life lost from here is a life lost to no purpose.
If (country 1) does deliberately drag this war on she will so infuriate the world by her inhuman bullheadness that she is apt to be committing national suicide.
In our campaigns we felt we were fighting, on the whole, a pretty good people. But we don't feel that way now. A change has occurred. On the western front the (people 1) have shown their cruelty of mind. We didn't used to hate them, but we do now.
The outstanding figure on this western front is (person 1). He is so honest and sincere that he will probably not get his proper credits, except in military textbooks.
But he has proved himself a great general in every sense of the word. And as a human being, he is just as great. Having him in command has been a blessed good fortune for America.
I CANNOT HELP but feel bad about leaving. Even hating the whole business as much as I do, you come to be a part of it. And you leave some of yourself here when you depart. Being with the American soldier has been a rich experience.
To the thousands of men that I know personally and the other hundreds of thousands for who I have had the humble privilege of being a sort of mouthpiece, this then is to say goodbye - and good luck."
--(author)
Key: (location) = Europe (months) = 29 (location 2) = the Pacific (country 1) = Germany (people 1) = Germans (person 1) = Lt. Gen. Omar Nelson Bradley (author) = Ernie Pyle
On September 5, 1944, Ernie Pyle wrote his last column in Europe. He returned to the U.S. for health reasons, but was unable to stay away for long. Shortly afterward, he returned to the Pacific where a Japanese machine-gun bullet killed him on the island of Ie Shima on April 18, 1945, at the age of 44.
My 2 cents: The difference between Ernie Pyle and the media whores of today, is that he told it like it was and he had respect for our people in uniform. The ilk from the AP, CNN, NBC, CBS, ABC, Al Jazeera, MSNBC, BBC, CBS, Time, Newsweek, etc , etc, couldn’t pack Ernie Pyle’s lunch.
Link to article where the poster highlighted Chemical Mortars