Robert Miller - A Son Of Bushido

Soldiers of the press of Bushido, while canal some months ago He stayed with them all during the difficult opening faces of the dense struggle with the Japanese for possession of Henderson field and the surrounding terrain

Later, he went back to the jungle again to cover the progress of the army which relieved the Marines This is his story. I was up at the crack of dawn today I'm just going to read sergeant Alfred McKee is getting the range of the jet I was shaving and here is Mortis searching through the jungle for Jeff positions.

He shook them up a bit as an official notification that the war wasn't over yet and then knocked off for breakfast. Pass me the sand, Summie. Ah, thanks. Pretty quiet this morning, huh? Yeah. Those monkeys out there must be running out of ammo.

I'd like you to shoot back anymore. I'm not complaining. Ah, I don't know. It helps to pass the time away when they shoot back. Hey, cookie! Yeah! What thing kitchen side make lunch today? I can't have kitchen English now. My eyes don't splash.

Okay, okay. What are you got for lunch today? Let's see that cream chip beef, isn't it? Yeah, personally, I just as soon have a couple of jabsnapers potting at me and eat any more of that stuff.

With a jabs, you got at least a 50-50 chance of survival. That target paste is widow-maker from way back. Well, I'm glad we're going right enough to coast. On Guadalcanal, it's the accepted custom, the grouse about the food, no matter what it happens to be.

I must confess I was just a bit tired of eating cream chip beef myself. So, when Captain Callahan invited me to accompany the rating force up to coast beyond Longa Bay, I accepted with more than my customary aliquity.