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Ghost Soldiers: The Epic Account of World War II's Greatest Rescue Mission

作者:
Hampton Sides
ISBN :
9780385495653
出版日期:
2009-01-01 00:00:00
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国家地区:
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shadows, to ascribe the non-arrival of promised arms and medicines to honest mistakes that could be easily redeemed. A slender, bespectacled man with some of the bearing and affable features of the young Jimmy Stewart, Hibbs kept his sense of humor no matter how grim things got, his eyes always lit with a suggestion of mischief. In February, Hibbs sent another letter to his folks, which proved to be his last communication from Bataan�a letter notable for its facade of good cheer where plainly none existed. Life is not too bad. I have a bamboo bed, a blanket, plenty of water, a few too many mosquitoes. The food is fair�carabao, monkey, and occasionally mule. Everyone is content and in fairly good health. No need to worry. We have plenty of room in which to maneuver and fight and we have plenty of it left in us. Turn the calf out to pasture. Il be delayed a while. Ralph The letter ran prominently, and without a hint of irony, in the Des Moines Register under the headline hings Are Not Too Bad.�In truth, Hibbs had found monkey to be considerably less than fair. The meat was unappetizing in hue and appearance, and if one had to clean and prepare the animal, consuming it made one feel rather like a cannibal. Hibbs later wrote, fter chewing on a piece it seemed to increase in size, requiring resting of the masseter muscle. Most monkey meat got placed back in our mess kits pretty much undisturbed.�As trying as monkey was, the menu on Bataan grew progressively stranger. Meals consisted of cats, slugs, rats, various dried insects, and the meat and eggs of python. Some Filipinos were known to eat dogs; the bow-hunting Igorot tribesmen who been brought in to teach the soldiers jungle survival skills were especially fond of a dish that might be described as hound haggis. t was a custom to eat the stomach of a dog that had been gorged with rice before sacrificing it,�Hibbs remembered. he warm rice mixed with the mucus of the stomach was supposedly a delicacy.�On the evening of April 8, 1942, hings�were most assuredly bad for Dr. Hibbs. As he sat shivering in the ditch, half lost in the throes of his fever, the vast volcanic jungle clinked and snapped and exploded with the sounds of an army deliberately destroying itself. With surrender imminent, the men had been given the order to ruin their weapons and sabotage any hardware that might prove valuable to the enemy. Men were firing their last rounds of ammunition into the air, detonating their grenades, covering their gun emplacements with brush, dismantling their rifles and mortars and artillery pieces part by part and scattering the miscellaneous components into the jungle. Troops were pouring sand into the gas tanks of jeeps and armored vehicles, or pulling the drain plugs from the oil pans while the engines were left running. On the labyrinthine network of
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