Goodbye, Darkness: A Memoir of the Pacific War

Goodbye, Darkness: A Memoir of the Pacific War

by William Manchester

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Goodbye, Darkness: A Memoir of the Pacific War by William Manchester

The nightmares began for William Manchester 23 years after WW II. In his dreams he lived with the recurring image of a battle-weary youth (himself), "angrily demanding to know what had happened to the three decades since he had laid down his arms." To find out, Manchester visited those places in the Pacific where as a young Marine he fought the Japanese, and in this book examines his experiences in the line with his fellow soldiers (his "brothers"). He gives us an honest and unabashedly emotional account of his part in the war in the Pacific. "The most moving memoir of combat on WW II that I have ever read. A testimony to the fortitude of man...a gripping, haunting, book." --William L. Shirer

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780316054638
Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
Publication date: 12/14/2008
Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 155,379
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

William Manchester was a hugely successful popular historian and biographer whose books include The Last Lion, Volumes 1 and 2, Goodbye Darkness, A World Lit Only by Fire, The Glory and the Dream, The Arms of Krupp, American Caesar, The Death of the President, and assorted works of journalism.

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Goodbye, Darkness


By William Manchester

Back Bay Books

Copyright © 1980 William Manchester
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-316-50111-5


Chapter One

Blood That Never Dried

Our Boeing 747 has been fleeing westward from darkened California, racing across the Pacific toward the sun, the incandescent eye of God, but slowly, three hours later than West Coast time, twilight gathers outside, veil upon lilac veil. This is what the French call l'heure bleue. Aquamarine becomes turquoise; turquoise, lavendar; lavendar, violet; violet, magenta; magenta, mulberry. Seen through my cocktail glass, the light fades as it deepens; it becomes opalescent, crepuscular. In the last waning moments of the day I can still feel the failing sunlight on my cheek, taste it in my martini. The plane rises before a spindrift; the darkening sky, broken by clouds like combers, boils and foams overhead. Then the whole weight of evening falls upon me. Old memories, phantoms repressed for more than a third of a century, begin to stir. I can almost hear the rhythm of surf on distant snow-white beaches. I have another drink, and then I learn, for the hundredth time, that you can't drown your troubles, not the real ones, because if they are real they can swim. One of my worst recollections, one I had buried in my deepest memory bank long ago, comes back with a clarity so blinding that I surge forward against the seat belt, appalled by it, filled with remorse and shame.

I am remembering the first man I slew.

There was this little hut on Motobu, perched atop a low rise overlooking the East China Sea. It was a fisherman's shack, so ordinary that scarcely anyone had noticed it. I did. I noticed it because I happened to glance in that direction at a crucial moment. The hut lay between us and B Company of the First Battalion. Word had been passed that that company had been taking sniper losses. They thought the sharpshooters were in spider holes, Jap foxholes, but as I was looking that way, I saw two B Company guys drop, and from the angle of their fall I knew the firing had to come from a window on the other side of that hut. At the same time, I saw that the shack had windows on our side, which meant that once the rifleman had B Company pinned down, he could turn toward us. I was dug in with Barney Cobb. We had excellent defilade ahead and the Twenty-second Marines on our right flank, but we had no protection from the hut, and our hole wasn't deep enough to let us sweat it out. Every time I glanced at that shack I was looking into the empty eye socket of death.

The situation was as clear as the deduction from a euclidean theorem, but my psychological state was extremely complicated. S. L. A. Marshall once observed that the typical fighting man is often at a disadvantage because he "comes from a civilization in which aggression, connected with the taking of life, is prohibited and unacceptable. "This was especially true of me, whose horror of violence had been so deep-seated that I had been unable to trade punches with other boys. But since then life had become cheaper to me. "Two thousand pounds of education drops to a ten rupee," wrote Kipling of the fighting on India's North-West Frontier. My plight was not unlike that described by the famous sign in the Paris zoo: "Warning: this animal is vicious; when attacked, it defends itself." I was responding to a basic biological principle first set down by the German zoologist Heini Hediger in his Skizzen zu einer Tierpsychologie um und im Zirkus. Hediger noted that beyond a certain distance, which varies from one species to another, an animal will retreat, while within it, it will attack. He called these "flight distance" and "critical distance." Obviously I was within critical distance of the hut. It was time to bar the bridge, stick a finger in the dike-to do something. I could be quick or I could be dead.

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Illustrationsxiii
Preamble: Blood That Never Dried3
Prologue: The Wind-Grieved Ghost9
Able: From the Argonne to Pearl Harbor15
Baker: Arizona, I Remember You37
Charlie: Ghastly Remnants of Its Last Gaunt Garrison55
Dog: The Rim of Darkness77
Easy: The Raggedy Ass Marines119
Fox: The Canal159
George: Les Braves Gens215
How: We Are Living Very Fast255
Item: I Will Lay Me Down for to Bleed a While ...305
Jig: ... Then I'll Rise and Fight with You Again349
Author's Note397

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Goodbye, Darkness: A Memoir of the Pacific War 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book several years ago after my father-in-law died. He was a 1st Division Marine in the Pacific theater like the author. Like W.Manchester he couldn't talk about his WWII experiences. Even though I was a Marine during the Vietnam war, dating his daughter. One of the best books I have ever read in my 66 years. I will now read it again on my NOOK and pass my hardcover copy on to a family member who lost a USMC uncle in the Vietnam conflict.
TruroYankee More than 1 year ago
Have read this book over and over again. Hypnotizing. Have given many times as gifts. The only other book to compare is"Berlin Diary.". Highly recommend both.
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Dpart50 More than 1 year ago
Probably one of the most interesting reads I have had in a while - a historian looks into himself, and finds... himself. Fascinating tribute to the lives given for our country in SE Asia. ~I may spend a lifetime, but I am gradually learning to understand my father's generation...
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