 Soften them up, then move in. Time to launch the first wave, yet another, as many as are needed to take what we're after and hold it. It has to be. To do what has to be done is our knowledge. Our toil faces to remember. This is the F. The bitter backwash. The price of an island is high. The wave rolls forward. The F flows back. But the tide continues. Preparing to resume attack. The fight for terrain is up forward. Back here is the fight to save life. Where the fighter falls, there is the corpsman. He's treated here, now. And the difference of a few hours will make the difference between a whole man and three-quarters of one. A little more cleanliness. A little more comfort. But the jabs are still down there. And the fighting goes on. Not so many hours ago. They've set up an evacuation center here, now. Standing by to get the wounded to the transport. Choose to take the wounded to the ships at anchor. To slake the thirst. Halfway toward the front. That much mirror the suffering. On foot and on stretcher. Some know why they suffer. Some know only that they suffer. These are the faces of those shocked in battle. This is combat fatigue. Must be cleared away and buried. Laboratory. Sprinkling down the choking infectious dust. Now a division hospital. Near enough to save an hour. When an hour may mean a life. Here they can get to the shocked and the bleeding. Before the shock numbs permanently. And the loss of blood ends in death. They do what they can. And more than seems possible. But no man can do all that he'd like. His comrades in combat gave their blood. And gave it unstittingly. Gave it in abundance. They gave all they could. It was not enough. By the second morning, the wave has rolled 11 miles inland. It is ours. The wounded has begun. Heed and ease the task. Full drive may be easy. But not when you're in pain. But the corpsmen do all that they can. As fast and as gently as they can. Been eliminated. This floating hospital has been brought into the anchorage. A message of mercy from those at home. The first leg on that long trip back. Emergency cases are flown by naval air transport planes to a hospital thousands of miles away. No one who can be saved by speed is lost for lack of it. And army planes are there to lend a hand when a hand is needed. It's clean and cool and friendly there and devised to speed a cure for save a life is there aboard. The gift of the people who cannot find enough to give to their sons in anguish the nation has bought. Broken bodies are mended. Chattered nerves are made full. Ninety-eight out of every hundred wounded are kept alive. Ninety-eight out of every hundred. Thousands who might have died have been kept alive. Remember these faces. These are the faces of our sons who have done battle. For them we will buy war bonds. For them we'll keep on buying war bonds.