Piecemeal Existence

each tendon

in detached heaps

flesh on burning pavement


you are not insane

pulling on your own intestines

another skull caved in


burnt out cars and broken glass

a bellicose shard in bowels

humans selling emotions


liquidate the language you create

leaf through the solid waste

writhing in oceans


beginning and end

both melded gates

your fetus saw your corpse


the waves they flattened into strings

and continued on their course

Non Fiction

Straight to the Source: Reliability in E.B. Sledge’s WW2 Memoir

Critics of war memoirs have been slow to accept the reliability of soldiers’ accounts as adding anything objective to historical knowledge because it is argued that the individual who took part in warfare has had their memory subjectively scarred by the nightmarish horrors that they endured. Indeed, in With the Old Breed, E.B. Sledge described his experiences in the battles of Peleliu and Okinawa as akin to nightmares; which is something that may seem to give credit to the critique that war memoirs are entirely subjective in nature. However, Victor Davis Hanson, in his introduction to With the Old Breed, asserts contrarily that Sledge had a peculiar style of language, telling his story “…in a prose that is dignified” and not “given to easy revelations of his own strong passions. John Keegan, Paul Fussel, and Studs Turkel have all praised Sledge’s honesty…”[1]. Aside from this and Lieutenant Colonel John A. Crown’s forward, the proof of Sledge’s writing’s worth as a historical source can be found nowhere else but in the pages of With the Old Breed itself. Sledge’s memory to the reader seems remarkable in spite of the ferociousness the Marines experienced in the Pacific Theater, which he credited to his extensive notes at the time, and using other historical references as his own sources.

In the sixth chapter of the memoir, entitled “Brave Men Lost”, Sledge made one of many assertions of his distinct memory, but perhaps most explicitly. Referring to his usage of the word nightmare, Sledge inferred that the word evoked objectivity by paralleling his memories with the clearness that one finds in recalling the details of a long horrific dream when waking up the next morning.[2] In the same paragraph, Sledge makes it known to the reader that what he did not know, such as specific locations (since only officers had maps) and passages of time (something all soldiers experiencing the drudgery of monotonous modern combat experienced) he left out all together. These factual trivialities were deemed not important anyway, partly because classical historical texts do that job already by giving names, places, and dates of events. In Sledge’s perspective, memoirs like With the Old Breed should not attempt to give their readers this kind of information, since their object is to put a human face, a relatable story, to the casualty figures shown in history textbooks. Sledge recognized that doing otherwise would be redundant and superfluous.

The question of how memoirs such as Sledge’s can be considered a reliable historical source does not lie in the argument between subjectivity and objectivity then, but in acknowledging that a soldier’s memoir is historical literature. This is in contrast to factual history textbooks- in other words; memoirs are a different facet of historical analysis. Samuel Hynes summarizes the reasoning behind telling this kind of history when he exclaimed in the prologue of The Soldiers’ Tale,“That is what I have aimed to do in this book: to bring modern war down to the human realm, to give names and faces and feelings to the anonymous armies and so to discover what it was really like to be there…”[3]. With the Old Breed is a perfect example of this, because Sledge really was there on the beaches and ridges of Peleliu and Okinawa, and thus had the opportunity to stem the tide of depersonalization that classical historical analysis creates in consuming the individual’s story of history with abstract, colossal numbers.

With the claim of memoir legitimacy as a historical source put to rest, there is still a question of reliability when it comes to objectively expressing the subjective side of modern warfare. A salient representation of Sledge’s attempt to be as objective as possible could be seen in his recollection of atrocities committed by other marines. Sledge did not try to justify their actions under the pretext of war-related stress, but instead philosophically questioned how seemingly good-natured men became so brutal. In Okinawa there was an elderly civilian woman fatally wounded from shell-fire who begged Sledge to put her out of her misery, he refused and called a corpsman, but it was too late, while Sledge was finding help for the Okinawan native, another Marine quickly obliged her wishes, and then, “…emerged nonchalantly from the hut…” saying, “…just an old gook woman who wanted me to put her out of her misery”[4]. When Sledge and an NCO reprimanded him, the Marine blushed from embarrassment; the author reflected upon this by stating “That quiet, neat, mild-mannered young man just wasn’t the type to kill a civilian in cold blood”[5] –and yet he did.  Even though Sledge did not attempt to give an answer to why such a horrific thing happened, it is important that he raised the question, because as John Keegan puts it, most historians think that situations such as the one mentioned by Sledge on Okinawa “need not be mentioned or can be glossed over by some reference to the ‘uncivilized behavior of small groups of soldiers’…”[6].

However, Sledge may have partly answered the reason why such atrocities occurred, when he attributed the brutal war of attrition to the fierce dedication of Japanese soldiers, and the need for Marines to be just as ferocious in order to claim victory against the Emperor’s warriors. Millet and Maslowski briefly recognized this brutality in For the Common Defense when describing how the Japanese changed tactics for the war- starting at Peleliu, by taking advantage of “…an interlocking defense system of caves and concealed weapons bunkers…” subsequently turning “…what might have been another week-long battle into a bitter two-month campaign that ruined the 1st Marine Division.”[7] The historians elaborate on the ferocity of such a conflict, stating: “The Japanese defenders forced the Americans to kill and bury them with demolitions, flame-throwers, and close assaults.”[8] Sledge attested to this on many occasions, and often described how he constantly pondered over his Division’s casualties, even referring to the men around him as “…the survivors of Peleliu…” On the same page, Sledge attempted to describe a speech Sgt. David P. Bailey gave to his fellow Marines in relation to their combat effectiveness under such ferocity, but relents at not remembering the Sergeant’s exact words, and thus Sledge did not pretend to recreate the scene entirely: “He said we had fought well in as tough a battle as the Marine Corps had ever been in…”[9] Sledge analyzed his words and indeed felt proud as he remarked on its significance, “His straightforward, sincere praise and statement of respect and admiration for what our outfit had done made me feel like I had won a medal. His talk was not the loud harangue of a politician or the cliché-studded speech of some rear-echelon officer…”[10]

Sledge indeed gave a straightforward analysis of the ferocity he and the Marines of the 1st Division faced. This, along with his admittance to not fabricating quotes even when what was said was important (although perhaps such a fabrication would be beneficial to the reader’s pleasure and sell more copies of his memoir) gave credence to the assertion that Sledge only desired to be as honest as possible. E.B. Sledge’s apparent integrity, along with his use of historical references, is proof enough that With the Old Breed is an objectively written subjective view of war that should be considered a reliable historical source.

[1] Sledge, E. B. Introduction. With the Old Breed: At Pelelui and Okinawa. London: Ebury, 2010.

[2] Sledge, E. B. With the Old Breed: At Pelelui and Okinawa. London: Ebury, 2010.

[3] Hynes, Samuel Lynn. The Soldiers’ Tale: Bearing Witness to Modern War. New York, N.Y., U.S.A.: A. Lane, 1997.

[4] Sledge, E. B. With the Old Breed: At Pelelui and Okinawa. London: Ebury, 2010.

[5] Ibd.

[6] Keegan, John. The Face of Battle. New York: Viking, 1976. Print.

[7] Millett, Allan Reed., and Peter Maslowski. For the Common Defense: A Military History of the United States of America. New York: Free, 1984. Print.

[8] Ibd.

[9] Sledge, E. B. With the Old Breed: At Pelelui and Okinawa. London: Ebury, 2010.

[10] Ibd.

The 1st Marines Land on the beaches of Peleliu- now part of the island nation of Palau, in 1944 it was occupied by thousands of battle-hardened Japanese soldiers.

Sudafed Beach

Sitting in a pitch-black attic for decades.

a perfect place

cough medicine and shame

yellow skin

fit in

to him


no one can relate

self-revelation forgotten

illumination faced

daily basis

lost temper

dissociate with the same anticipation


Dissociatives have never been so welcome.


The Next Step

This work is far from finished.

The last few months were in anticipation

of nothingness.

Escaping the inescapable.

Acceptance, the swarm generation is here.

Unfold the sealed pages

of time and find that there was solidarity.

Apply what is left.

The old ideologies are caskets.

Prepare now for space, and sabotage

those corporate plans for domination of the infinite black.

The international pseudo-taoist financial technocracy

is only beginning to bear it’s teeth.

Dig in for the long haul friends.

Do not praise, become.

When You Were Young You Made Mistakes and Never Learned From Them

reaching an impasse with blackness

an eternal abyss


too many nights spent with strangers

avoiding bliss


no home to have


too broken to think succinctly

and leaking quicker


generosity breathes again

you cannot admit what you did to her


seconds filled with repentance


showing off with a full stomach

even though nothing is there


revelations running through rivers

another blood-soaked mare


it is bitter cold and better left unsaid


poor and wetter

immaterial benefits


iron objects penetrating

wooded penitence


expecting an embrace and only getting violence


reaffirmation of disbelief

these words carry similarity


reemerging lack of self-confidence

recognized redundancy


continuous self-aggrandizement


coughing up pretentiousness

increasing testicular pain


every endless night

hunger penetrates the brain


caged in this country


is it blue balls

or a green heart


eunuchs sharpening scythes

fuck your art


skill is not involved in this endeavor


yesterday morning she needed you

don’t talk about the weather


tonight she couldn’t wait to get rid of you

nothing is better


conversations carrying insinuations


using tongues as swords

misguided notions prevail



to no avail