In war the only sure defense is offense, and the efficiency of the offense depends on the warlike souls of those conducting it.
Those who live in fear die a thousand deaths.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
This is a hell of a way to die.
In case of doubt, push on just a little further and then keep on pushing.
We want to get the hell over there. The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple pissing Japs and clean out their nest, too. Before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit.