Didn't get ashore yesterday. Got screwed with mess cooking. Fellas brought back all sorts of souvenirs. Jap cigarettes, post cards and a lot of other stuff.
I got ashore myself today and I've seen all I want to. There has been no time to bury the dead and the smell is terrible. Can't seem to get the smell out of my clothes. I picked up a carbine and a bayonet, Acquired a Jap "weed" too. Had a mortar attack while we were on the beach and "shagged as" down the beach. Laided beside an LVT, saw a dead Marine laying about 20' away, while a body floated past in the surf. Poor bastards. Not particularly anxious to get back to that island.
Photo: Estate of Victor Taraborelli
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