Sgt. Don Malarkey takes us not only into the battles fought from Normandy to Germany, but into the heart and mind of a soldier who beat the odds to become an elite paratrooper, and lost his best friend during the nightmarish engagement at Bastogne. Drafted in 1942, Malarkey arrived at Camp... read more
“Losing those people, sometimes right in front of you”
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
Our 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment was one of three such regiments in the 101st, the others being the 501st and the 502nd. Each regiment had three battalions: A, B, and C companies were assigned to the 1st Battalion; D, E—that was us, Easy Company—and F assigned to the 2nd; and G, H, and I assigned to the 3rd. Easy Company, about 150 men strong, was divided into four platoons of 40 to 50 men each. I was in Easy’s 2nd Platoon.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
No, he did it for the good of the men. He did it to save their lives. Like many others, Dick thought Sobel would lead his men into a massacre and so probably got someone like Carwood Lipton, a brilliant and trustworthy guy, to do his bidding.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
became the basis for the movie Saving Private Ryan. Lieutenant Winters has confirmed as much in a letter.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
It turned out to be wood alcohol, probably 200 proof, and it locked up my respiratory system like a frozen block on a pickup. I couldn’t breathe.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
War could twist your mind in lots of ways; when you get cold and exhausted, you lose your mental edge. And if you lose your mental edge, you lose hope. You lose hope and you’re doomed.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Buck Compton looked nothing like the soldier who’d walked off the line a few days before. Well-starched Class A uniform. Hair combed. He was taking quick drags on a cigarette. His driver was waiting for him in a jeep. “I’ve been reassigned, Malark,” he said. “Some desk job in Paris.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Fortunately, it was the last time I’d be required to pack my own chute; after ten jumps, that became someone else’s responsibility.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
the deeper into war you get, the more the danger becomes almost second nature. And the less you keep believing that you can keep dodging the bullet that has your name on it.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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