11/24/2025
“‘All right, god damn it,’ shouted Major Crowe, ‘you walk along out there standing up and you’re sure as hell going to get shot. Those bastards have snipers every ten feet back there.’
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Not fifteen minutes later, in the same spot, I saw the most gruesome sight I had seen in this war. Another young Marine walked briskly along the beach. He grinned at a pal who was sitting next to me. Again there was a shot. The Marine spun all the way around and fell to the ground, dead.
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From where he lay, a few feet away, he looked up at us. Because he had been shot squarely through the temple his eyes bulged out wide, as in horrific surprise at what had happened to him, though it was impossible that he could have ever known what hit him.
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‘Somebody go get that son-of-a-bitch,’ yelled Crowe.” - from “Tarawa” by Robert Sherrod
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Maj Henry P “Jim” Crowe (standing, using radio handset) rallies Landing Team 2/8 behind a disabled LVT on Red Beach Three on D-Day. Carrying a shotgun, he went from foxhole to foxhole urging his troops forward against heavy enemy fire.