To The Medieval Mind The

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

Men Do Not Fight For Flag Or Country, For The Marine Corps Or Glory Or Any Other Abstraction. They Fight For One Another. And If You Came Through This Ordeal, You Would Age With Dignity.

He [gen. Douglas Macarthur] Was A Great Thundering Paradox Of A Man, Noble And Ignoble, Inspiring And Outrageous, Arrogant And Shy, The Best Of Men And The Worst Of Men, The Most Protean, Most Ridiculous, And Most Sublime.

A Man's Task Is To Find Himself, And If He Fails In This, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else He Finds.

They Fought On With A Devotion Which Would Puzzle The Generation Of The 1980s. More Surprising, In Many Instances It Would Have Baffled The Men They Themselves Were Before Pearl Harbor. Among Macarthur's Ardent Infantrymen Were Cooks, Mechanics, Pilots Whose Planes Had Been Shot Down, Seamen Whose Ships Had Been Sunk, And Some Civilian Volunteers.