I Try To Be As

But There Are No Loners. No Man Lives In A Void. His Every Act Is Conditioned By His Time And His Society.

It Was His [gen. Douglas Macarthur's] Relationship With The Administration In Washington Which Became Poisoned By His Egomania. Link Upon Link The Bond Between Events On The Battlefield And His Own Ruin Was Forged, And, As Is Essential In Genuine Tragedy, The Gods Used The Victim Himself To Forge The Links.

His [gen. Douglas Macarthur's] Own Heroes Were Lincoln And Washington, And In Some Ways He Resembled Them. Like Them, He Was Slandered And Misunderstood.

The Coconut Trees, Lithe And Graceful, Crowd The Beach Like A Minuet Of Slender Elderly Virgins Adopting Flippant Poses.

Japanese Naval Officers In Dress Whites Are Frequent Guests At Pearl Harbor's Officers' Mess And Are Very Polite. They Always Were. Except, Of Course, For That Little Interval There Between 1941 And 1945.