These battle scars, don’t look like they’re fading
Don’t look like they’re ever going away
Everything’s gonna be fine. It ain’t shit.
we’re marching on.
I love this photo because this very young guy is yelling his lungs off at someone up ahead while the other two guys looked stumped by a map
The maps in the Pacific were notoriously poor quality, usually drawn from aerial photographs. At the company level, captains and lieutenants sometimes had to go on strip maps - hand drawn proximities of their general surroundings. If it was Iwo Jima, a flat island with Surubachi as your only land marker, or the jungles of Guadalcanal, I am sure this scene was a regular occurrence.
Consider this…a company might have four radios if lucky and at full strength. Japanese looked for these men because their crystal sets looked similar to flamethrowers. Also, the parts broke down all the time. If your radio was out of action and your strip map was wrong you were screwed.
With the enemy potentially under every rock, the stress and chaos of combat leadership would have been something I cannot even imagine.
“a couple of old friends?”