“I shared a foxhole that night with a buddy of mine. He put his bayonet on his rifle and stood it against the corner against the dirt. He took the first watch while I slept. Sometime in the night, he shook me.

‘My rifle’s gone,’ he said.
‘What do you mean, it’s gone?’ I said.
‘It’s gone,’ he assured me. ‘Give me your carbine.’
‘Bullsh*t,’ I said. ‘You lost one. You ain’t gonna lose this one. It’s all we got.’

At daybreak the sergeant walked by our foxhole, motioned behind us, and said, ‘Hey, you two did a great job,’ I wondered what the hell he was talking about. My foxhole buddy just shrugged.

Well, we sat up and looked behind us. ‘Holy sh*t,’ I said. My buddy’s rifle and bayonet were behind us. Impaled right on top of the bayonet was a Japanese soldier. He must have tried to jump into our foxhole in the middle of the night. But he landed right on the bayonet and died without a sound.”
– Private Dan Lawler, 3/5 K Company, US Marines. The Battle of Peleliu, 1944
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