I Realized That The Worst Thing That

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.

I Came To A Dead Stop And Began Major Revisions. Sometimes These Entailed The Shredding Of All Existing Manuscript For A Fresh Start - An Inefficient Way To Write A Book, Though I Found It Exciting.

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.

Actors Who Have Tried To Play Churchill And Macarthur Have Failed Abysmally Because Each Of Those Men Was A Great Actor Playing Himself.

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