Sunday, April 22, 2012

"With the Old Breed"

Please note this is not an academic review. It is simply my impression of the book. 
There is that old saying that war is hell and you don’t understand it until you live it.
Most of us are lucky to never know what type of hell it really is. But we try to understand it by reading popular history books and memoirs. In the last year, I read the memoir of a Marine that fought on Peleliu and Okinawa. The book is With the Old Breed by E.B. Sledge. The name may sound familiar to you. Sledge was one of the characters in HBO’s “The Pacific.” The show’s writers and producers adapted some of Sledge’s book for the miniseries.
Sledge served with Company K 3d Battalion 1st Marine Division during the Second World War. With the Old Breed is his account of the battles of Peleliu and Okinawa. His intention is that the memoir serve as a voice for all of his comrades who fought in those battles[i] and is not his story. Through his first person narrative, you see how the American fighting man evolves in war: the eager, the afraid and the weary.
Sledge doesn’t shy away from the fact that he was an eager young man that wanted to be part of America’s war efforts. As a young man, he was afraid the war would be over before he got a chance to fight.[ii]  Through a compromise with his parents, he entered a Marine training program that would train him to be an officer. The program, however, required academic discipline. Sledge was too focused on fighting and didn’t want to study. He let his grades slip so he could leave the training program and serve the Marines as an enlisted man.[iii] This eagerness to serve – to fight – doesn’t subside in basic training. Sledge writes they remained naïve and didn’t comprehend that they may be cannon fodder like so many before them.[iv]
Fear becomes a central theme as Sledge writes about Peleliu – his first combat campaign. Sledge introduces readers to two different types of fear: perceived pre-battle fear and real fear. As Sledge waits to land on Peleliu, he wonders about seeing another sunset.[v] Then he is concerned about performing in combat or if he will be a coward.[vi] Sledge wants to believe that God will look out for him, but he realizes that God loves all of his comrades and some of them will die and some will be maimed.[vii] Sledge is ashamed of his fear. He admits it to his officer during his time on Peleliu. He learns that it is normal to be fearful and the “first battle was the hardest because a man didn’t know what to expect.”[viii] The perceived fear goes away.
Sledge’s real fear is realized when he lands on Peleliu. On the beach he encounters enemy shelling. It was terrifying and it made Sledge feel helpless.[ix] It is a feeling that would never leave Sledge. Shelling presented Marines a double threat. It was deadly and a horrific way to die. A shell, unlike a bullet, would tear and rip a man’s body.[x] Shells also torment the mind. At Peleliu, Sledge feels the shells tortured a man “almost to the brink of sanity.”[xi] In Okinawa, Sledge watched as constant shelling pushed many seasoned Marines past that brink.  Real fear isn’t limited to the feeling of helplessness and terror on a beach. For Sledge, fear is death and agony.  At Peleliu, Sledge agonized over the site of a dead corpsman. He struggled to accept that it was a human being.[xii]
Weariness is the hardest element to define in Sledge’s work, but it is there. Okinawa is Sledge’s second combat experience and the reader encounters a different Sledge. The Marine still has fear, but the panic is gone. [xiii] Sledge knows what to expect. During an artillery barrage on Okinawa, Sledge could easily identify the weapons. It is something he struggled to do during combat on Peleliu.[xiv] Sledge’s weariness manifests itself in another way: The struggle to cope with stress. As a Marine, he understands that stress is “the essential factor” he has to deal with in combat, but some situations could break a man. [xv]   Ultimately, Sledge and his fellow marines had to exist from moment to moment if they want to survive.[xvi]  This simple existence means that details of significant events can be – and are -- forgotten. An officer briefed Sledge and some of his fellow marines on an upcoming attack against the Shuri line; it was suppose to be a breakthrough event. Sledge recalls the officer showing him and the other men – mostly privates – the map and going through the order.  Sledge doesn’t remember the details of the briefing and describes his condition as “stupefaction.”[xvii] War’s weariness also affects the senses. Sledge’s use of imagery paints a scene of destruction and death: Readers see the holes, they feel the sliminess of the mud and they get a strong sense of what death smelled like. Though able to describe it in vivid details many years later, Sledge got use to this foul hell. In Okinawa, he was digging a foxhole when he began smelling rotting flesh. He kept digging  until he hit a Japanese corpse. The smell overwhelmed him but he didn’t vomit – much to his surprise. He wrote “Perhaps my senses and nerves had been so dulled by constant foulness for so long that nothing could evoke any other response but to cry out and move back.”[xviii]
With the Old Breed isn’t about bravery. It isn’t about honor or duty. It isn’t really about the battles on Peleliu and Okinawa. It is about war and its hell.


[i] Sledge, E.B. With the Old Breed. (New York: Presidio Press, 1981), xii
[ii] Ibid, 5.
[iii] Ibid, 7.
[iv] Ibid, 22
[v] Ibid, 54
[vi] Ibid, 57-58
[vii] Ibid, 58
[viii] Ibid, 98-99
[ix] Ibid, 69
[x] Ibid, 79. Sledge writes that a death by a bullet had a surgical quality: “killed by a bullet seemed clean and surgical.”
[xi] Ibid
[xii] Ibid, 70
[xiii] Ibid, 227-28
[xiv] Ibid, 228
[xv] Ibid, 287. Sledge uses the example of the prolonged shelling during the Shuri stalemate to show the toll of stress. In this instance, he implies the number of combat fatigue cases had increased as well as the number of concussion cases.
[xvi]  Ibid, 273
[xvii] Ibid, 303-4. Sledge said it was a pity he didn’t remember the details because it was the only time he could recall an officer briefing a group of privates; generally, he explained the NCOs relayed the orders.
[xviii] Ibid, 301-2

Sunday, January 15, 2012

A New Year

Well, we are 15 days into the new year and I am still wondering if I will achieve my new year's resolutions.
Yes, I make them and always will. I like the idea of outlining goals to achieve in the new year and trying to make a better me.
But I never seem to achieve any of them ... and then I feel like a failure.
This year, I am trying to be more realistic about my resolutions. First, I am just calling them goals. Second, I tried to make them realistic. Instead of saying, "I am going to lose 30 pounds and be thin," I have decided to make it my goal not to eat out as much, try to eat better and exercise more. That seems a little more attainable. :)
Third, I am not going to let myself feel like a failure because I don't achieve all of my goals. I have to remind myself that I am trying and that is all I can do.
Who knows, maybe I will achieve every item on my list. 
Happy New Year's!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Mmmmm, Riesling :)


I was out buying wine for Christmas when I came across a dry Riesling from Troon Vineyards here in southern Oregon’s Applegate Valley.
I have wanted to try a wine from Troon for quite some time and felt this was the perfect time. I am a huge fan of Rieslings.
Oh my goodness! It is one the best Rieslings I have ever had. 
The Troon dry Riesling has a very smooth texture. It is a dry wine, but don’t let that deter you.  To me the dryness was very subtle and worked well with the fruit hints. The bottle says there are hints of pear and Meyer lemon. I could taste the citrus. I don’t really recall the pear, but I think if I got another bottle I might find it :)
I really recommend this wine. And for those of you who don’t like dry wines, it is worth a try. I think this a perfect transition wine for those looking to expand their palate from sweet wines to drier.
Since you are online, you might check out Troon Vineyard.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Gushing orange

I am not a huge sports fan, but I am a loyal Oklahoma State fan, have been since I was born. But I try not to make too big of deal of since everyone thinks their school is the best.
But I feel like bragging right now. The Oklahoma State Cowboys have had a great season this year! They have stayed in  the Top 10 all year and have lost only one game! Go Pokes!
More importantly, the Cowboys beat the University of Oklahoma Sooners 44-10.
Why is that important? Why is that awesome? Well, first, it is another win a rivalry series that generally doesn't favor the Cowboys. Since 1904, Oklahoma State has won 17 of these match-ups and tied seven times.
Second, I kinda like seeing OU Coach Bob Stoops pout because he lost to OSU. I know, bad ... but that is how I feel. I giggled each time OSU forced a turnover or ran right through an open OU line. 
Oh, and the win tonight makes Oklahoma State the Big 12 champs. That is a first for OSU!
A lot of reasons to be proud ...
Now on to a bowl game!
Orange Power

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Friends, family and food

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays for a couple of reasons.
I like to eat and Thanksgiving always means good food. There is turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, sweet potatoes (and I love me some sweet potatoes). Oh, and we can't forget the pies. Not to brag, but I make a pretty damn good pecan pie -- I have my great grandmother's recipe. :)
But as great as the food is, I like Thanksgiving because it is a good excuse to have a nice meal with family and/or friends. It is a nice to get together folks, have some food and have some great conversation.
Thanksgiving is also a time for me to reflect on how lucky I am and have so many things to be thankful for. I have a job; am healthy; have a loving husband; have a happy marriage; have two fat and happy cats; have a wonderful family; have great friends; and have a home. I am truly blessed.
I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Roller skating: Fun times or dangerous folly

So my better half and I went to a friend's child's birthday at the local roller rink. Neither one of us had any intention of roller skating.
But it was clear that my better half and my friend really wanted me to skate. My friend just thought I would have a good time. My better half thought it would be good for me to try something new. So I got some skates.
I was anything but sure-footed and was convinced that a fall was inevitable. But I was going to try. My first time around the ring, I held the carpet barrier with dear life. After the first go, I figured I was done. I skated and I was done.
I thought I was done. My better half and friend, thought otherwise and thought I should do another round -- and not hold onto the carpet barrier.
This did not strike me as a good idea, but I did it anyway. It was going well for the first half.
Then it happened. I wrong move and I fell crashing to the floor. I felt my bottom hit hard then my back. And my poor little head bounced. BOUNCED!
I laid on the floor, stunned. I felt the warm streak of tears on my cheeks. I hurt and my pride was bruised.
A day later, I still require heat and ice on my bottom..but my pride has healed. I tried something new and that is something to smile about -- even if there is a bruise on my ass.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Why hello fruit of the vine

As I get older, my taste in spirits continues to change.
When I was in my 20s, I wanted to spend time with comrade vodka. Man oh man, did I like vodka. At the bar, there were generally two drinks I ordered: Vodka Collins or a Colorado Bulldog (this one was short lived and was a phase my friends and I went through).
When I was broke, it was beer. But I always managed to find a little green to have my favorite clear spirit.
But I have some not-so-good experiences with comrade vodka. And as I have aged, I have seen the comrade less -- on special occasions like a night out with the girls.
I have, however, turned to the fruit of the vine.
When I was younger, I didn't care for the taste of wine. It was bitter, too strong, too dry...I just didn't like it. Until my mother-in-law introduced me to an inexpensive sweet wine -- Lambrusco. I loved it!
It was my first step to enjoying wine. Since then I have branched out to other sweet and dry wines. I am a sucker for a good Riesling, pinot grigio and pinot gris.
There are even a few chardonnays out there that I like.
Recently, I have decided to drink more red wines. A number of studies suggest that red wines -- in moderation -- may be good for you.
Reds are hard for me. My first real wine was Lambrusco, which is a sweet red. It made me associate red wine with sweet wine. Well, that isn't the case; there are some very dry reds out there.
So as I look for a choice red wine, I have to look for something that gives me balance between sweet and dry.
Two Oregon wines are fitting the bill..
I started with Bridgview's merlot. This is a medium bodied wine that has a dry finish. the bottle label talks about blueberry and black cherry flavors. I don't remember the blueberry tones, but I do remember the subtle cherry flavors. It is a nice wine and not an expensive wine. I believe a bottle at the grocery store was about $10 to $11.
But I wanted to try something that had a fuller body. I thought I would break open the Caprice Vineyard's Cabernet Sauvignon. I had sampled this wine at the vineyard and I enjoyed it. But I have found that a sample isn't always the same as glass.
So I was a little worried that it might not be as good as the sample. I was wrong.
When I uncorked it, I fully expected it to be heavier and drier. But it wasn't. It was light and refreshing. It wasn't sweet or dry. The label talks about the touch of plum, and I think there is more than a touch. I think this what gives this wine a nice balance and keeps it from being a sweet or dry wine in my book. But I am no expert.
These are the two I am enjoying now...which reminds me, I need to restock!
If you read this, and have a wine suggestion for me. Let me know, I want to sample as much as I can.