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Robert Leckie’s Followers (220)
Robert Leckie
Born
in Philadelphia, The United States
December 18, 1920
Died
December 24, 2001
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Helmet for My Pillow: From Parris Island to the Pacific
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1957
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102 editions
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Okinawa: A Decorated Marine's Account of the Last Battle of World War II
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published
1995
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Strong Men Armed: The United States Marines Against Japan
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published
1961
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37 editions
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Challenge for the Pacific: Guadalcanal: The Turning Point of the War
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published
1965
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21 editions
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George Washington's War: The Saga of the American Revolution – The General's Leadership, Battles, and the Founding of a Nation
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published
1992
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7 editions
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Delivered from Evil: The Saga of World War Two
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published
1987
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7 editions
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The Battle for Iwo Jima
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published
1967
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10 editions
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None Died in Vain: The Saga of the American Civil War
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published
1990
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3 editions
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“A Few Acres of Snow”: The Saga Of The French And Indian Wars
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1999
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7 editions
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From Sea to Shining Sea: From the War of 1812 to the Mexican War; The Saga of America's Expansion
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1993
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6 editions
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“It is an American weakness. The success becomes the sage. Scientists counsel on civil liberty; comedians and actresses lead political rallies; athletes tell us what brand of cigarette to smoke.”
― Helmet for My Pillow: From Parris Island to the Pacific
― Helmet for My Pillow: From Parris Island to the Pacific
“It was a darkness without time. It was an impenetrable darkness. To the right and left of me rose those terrible formless things of my imagination, which I could not see because there was no light. I could not see, but I dared not close my eyes lest the darkness crawl beneath my eyelids and suffocate me. I could only hear. My ears became my being and I could hear the specks of life that crawled beneath my clothing, the rotting of the great tree which rose from its three-cornered trunk above me. I could hear the darkness gathering against me and the silences that lay between the moving things.”
― Helmet for My Pillow
― Helmet for My Pillow
“Now I was shocked! The old shibboleth, intelligence! Had not our government been culpable enough in pampering the high-IQ draftees as though they were too intelligent to fight for their country? Could not Doctor Gentle see that I was proud to be a scout, and before that a machine gunner? Intelligence, intelligence, intelligence. Keep it up, America, keep telling your youth that mud and danger are fit only for intellectual pigs. Keep on saying that only the stupid are fit to sacrifice, that America must be defended by the low-brow and enjoyed by the high-brow. Keep vaunting head over heart, and soon the head will arrive at the complete folly of any kind of fight and meekly surrender the treasure to the first bandit with enough heart to demand it.”
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