We never thought of the Japs as men. They was insects to us, deadly insects that would creep up in the night and slit the throat of one man and leave his two buddies to discover him in the morning. And we was right on top of them, since that whole stinking island wasn’t nothing but a bunch of tunnels. Only way to make sure was to burn ’em out. That was my job, seeing as I was a flamethrower operator. I’d stand next to a hole and spray that napalm down into it like they was a wasp’s nest.
War was horrendous.
We had our own people like that. The English had to tie their laces a certain way. During the nights, the Gurkha would go through a camp and feel the laces of the boots. If they were done wrong, they would slit the throats of the person for being a spy.
War is horrible. And it’s horrible for what it does to those who live as well as those who die. What a memory to carry.
Only way to get through war is to dehumanize the enemy…
BTW I think it be we were and not we was
What a wonderful tale of the reality of war that we don’t often see. Well told.
Great image of war in so few words.
War brings out the evil in everyone.
Ohhhhhhhh the horrors of war!
great voice…
Randy
Yep. That’s how it’s done. Nice creatures, aren’t we? Wasps make more sense.