Jacob Lawrence, War No. 11. Casualty -- the Secretary of War Regrets (1947)

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August 2, 2006:

We fired down on the beach from inside thick walls of concrete.

But the Americans broke in, stunned us with grenades, opened fire with Thompsons.

I felt heat. First, the burning of bullets. Then for a moment, the warmth of my own body, the blood that had lived inside me. If it were winter my wounds would have gushed steam.

But only for a moment.

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