The Things Our Fathers Saw: Voices of the Pacific Theater: The Untold Stories of the World War II Generation from Hometown, USA, Hardcover/Matthew Rozell

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Description The telephone rings on the hospital floor, and they tell you it is your mother, the phone call you have been dreading. You've lost part of your face to a Japanese sniper on Okinawa, and after many surgeries, the doctor has finally told you that at 19, you will never see again. The pain and shock are one thing. But now you have to tell her, from 5000 miles away.-- 'So I had a hard two months, I guess. I kept mostly to myself. I wouldn't talk to people. I tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do when I got home. How was I going to tell my mother this? You know what I mean?' Jimmy Butterfield, WWII Marine veteran From the author of 'The Things Our Fathers Saw' World War II eyewitness history series How soon we forget. Or perhaps, we were never told. That is understandable, given what they saw.-- 'I was talking to a shipmate of mine waiting for the motor launch, and all at once I saw a plane go over our ship. I did not know what it was, but the fellow with me said, 'That's a Jap plane, Jesus ' It went down and dropped a torpedo. Then I saw the Utah turn over.' Barney Ross, U. S. Navy seaman, Pearl Harbor At the height of World War II, LOOK Magazine profiled a small American community for a series of articles portraying it as the wholesome, patriotic model of life on the home front. Decades later, author Matthew Rozell tracks down over thirty survivors who fought the war in the Pacific, from Pearl Harbor to the surrender at Tokyo Bay.-- 'Rage is instantaneous. He's looking at me from a crawling position. I didn't shoot him; I went and kicked him in the head. Rage does funny things. After I kicked him, I shot and killed him.' Thomas Jones, Marine veteran, Battle of Guadalcanal These are the stories that the magazine could not tell to the American public.-- 'I remember it rained like hell that night, and the water was running down the slope into our foxholes. I had to use my helmet to keep bailing out, you know. Lt. Gower called us together. He said, 'I