He [gen. Douglas Macarthur] Never Went To

To The Medieval Mind The Possibility Of Doubt Did Not Exist.

It Is True That Despite Occasional Gleams Of Churchillian Eloquence He [gen. Douglas Macarthur] Usually Spoke Poorly. He Was Far More Effective In Conversations A Deux. But Those Who Dismiss Him As Shallow Because His Rhetoric Was Fustian Err.

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.

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.

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.