… “Dang it, Majors, that’s just what the Japanese want us to do!” said Private First Class Brown, a rifleman from another squad.

Sergeant Meredith grabbed PFC Brown by the poncho and slammed him up against the stone wall of the tomb. “You don’t ever call that boy by his last name again,” the sergeant barked. “Do you understand me, Private?” Sergeant Meredith thrust Brown up against the tomb once more, knocking loose his helmet.