“War monuments have never
stirred me,” wrote author, historian and World War II Pacific combat veteran
William Manchester in his memoir Goodbye,
Darkness. “They are like the reconstructed buildings at Colonial
Williamsburg, or elaborate reproductions of great paintings; no matter how deft
the execution, they are essentially counterfeit.
“In addition, they are usually
beautiful and in good taste, whereas combat is neither. Before the war I
thought that Hemingway, by stripping battle narratives of their ripe prose, was
describing the real thing. Afterward I realized that he had simply replaced
traditional overstatement with romantic understatement.
“War is never understated.
Combat as I saw it was exorbitant, outrageous, excruciating and above all
tasteless, perhaps because the number of fighting men who had read Hemingway or
Remarque was a fraction of those who had seen B movies about bloodshed. If a
platoon leader had watched Douglas Fairbanks Jr., Errol Flynn, Victor McLaglen,
John Wayne or Gary Cooper leap recklessly about, he was likely to follow his
role model.
“In crises, most people are imitative. Soldiers
received ‘Dear John’ letters copied from those quoted in the press. The
minority who avoid Hollywood paradigms were, like me, people who watched fewer
B movies than we had read books. That does not mean we were better soldiers and
citizens. We certainly weren’t braver. I do think that our optics were clearer,
however — that what we saw was closer to the truth because we weren’t looking
through MGM or RKO prisms."
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