A medic of the 2nd Armored Division in Sicily dressing a wounded German
March 28, 2013, 5:00pm / 65
Most of the time we were on the attack. Sometimes our advances could be measured in feet or yards and every night was filled with the tension of watching for infiltrators. We went from hill to hill and ridge to ridge, always the exposed attacker trying to root out the concealed defender. If there was anything typical about the days, it was the continual need to protect yourself from enemy fire.
— PFC Melvin Coobs of the 96th Infantry on search and destroy war in the Pacific
March 28, 2013, 4:00pm / 11
Every time a flare would fizzle out, here they would come, inching along with only a grenade or two for weapons. One Jap made it right up to our hole so quietly I didn’t know he was anywhere near. With a reflex action, I poked my BAR in his ear and pulled the trigger. His head opened up like a cantaloupe and we were splattered with brains, but alive.
— US Marine Glenn Searles on Okinawa’s night fighting
March 28, 2013, 1:00pm / 45