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The Sky Is My Witness
Author: Thomas Moore

THE SKY IS MY WITNESS Foreword In the main, this is the story of myself and others like me all commissioned Marine pilots. But not all the people connected with flying planes are officers. Quite a number of our best pilots are enlisted men, and prac tically att those who make the pilots job at all possible those who service the planes, patch the... more »m together again, see to it that everything still works and keeps working these are enlisted men. Perhaps this isnt or thodox, but it is my sincere belief that these constitute the substance to our shadow. Lets put it this way we officer pilots do a hell of a lot that people hear about officer pilots being more or less the glamor boys but the enlisted of aviation do one hell of a lot that very few people hear about. It is to these enlisted of avia tion that I humbly dedicate this book. T. M., Tr. I want to take this opportunity to thank E. Ralph Emmett for his help in the preparation of this book. Contents 1. Intermission 3 2. The Civil Life 8 3. Military Metamorphosis 17 4. Janet Is My Wife 26 5. Outward Bound 34 6. Via Pearl Harbor 42 7. Midway 49 8. Prologue tq Battle 57 9. This Was the Enemy 62 10. The Battle Goes on 71 11. Requiem and Recall 79 12. Stein Song with Broken Glasses 83 13. Destination Unknown 88 14. Journey into Fear 92 15. Guadalcanal 100 16. Attack Attack Attack 109 17. Airman, Airman, Where Do You Fly Tonight 116 18. If I should Die Before I Wake 123 19. The Long Voyage Home 129 THE SKY IS MY WITNESS 1. Intermission When I returned, I thought Its over now for me. I dont know for how long, but for now right now-its over. Pearl Harbor, Midway, the Hebrides, Guadalcanal places and names on news paper maps, ni read them, duck my tongue, and for get them fast like everyone else. Ill sleep well. No more dreams, and, while my wounds are healing, I will heal too. I will lose myself in my family, my friends, and in laughter. Ill laugh louder than anything. Ill laugh so loud Ill hear nothing, remember nothing. Its a long journey passed between me and the war. Im beyond it now. Completely. Im going to fill these days so full that I never ever will have time to recall those other days. Never ever Yeah Came the questioning people. Everywhere I went there was one. The last time was last night. The last ten times were last night. It is morning now, but when I go out, they will be there again. The last one, last night, was typical. I dont know his name. They sel dom offer it. They offer cigars. This one would offer cigars he had rows of them in the pockets of his vest, and a diamond ring. He poked die diamonded finger at my battle ribbons that was his self-introduc tion. c You been overseas Yes. Remember, be pleasant. Be pleasant See any action He hoped. 3 When I was not quick to answer Where Have a cigar That was how it was. Have a cigar, blow smoke rings with a stranger, and tell him, between each puff, how you killed a lot of other strangers, how you remem bered pictures when you thought youd die, how you felt deep inside when your best friends went down burning. Tell him all those things while blowing smoke rings. Tell him so he can tell an inside story that will entertain his guests for a few moments at tomorrows luncheon. It was not yesterday that I decided to tell this story. It was a long time ago. By a long time I mean a month. It was soon after I returned home, when the first glorious thrill of homecoming had passed, when the questioning began, and when I began to dream again. I could not halt them. In the tranquil aura of a church some familiar organ chord would set them off, and instead of a hymnal I would hear drums. Or when I was among old friends and a phrase was spoken that belonged to other voices, a phrase that my memory would respond to as to a bugle, then I would remember and go on remembering for hours without end I tried to forget it all. I tried hard. If I had wanted to rid myself of the memory of my own name, it would have been easier...

ISBN-13: 9781406770216
ISBN-10: 1406770213
Publication Date: 3/15/2007
Pages: 140
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Publisher: Whitley Press
Book Type: Paperback
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