The Japanese in the Foxholes

At night, the japanese would come close to fox holes and scream things at you. Sometimes they'd grab a couple of edged weapons and jump into some of these fox holes. A frantic, desperate hand-to-hand struggle ensued in the dark. This is something above and beyond what you expect when you go to kill the enemy. To those who entered the meat grinder itself, the war was a nether world of horror from which escape seemed less and less likely as casualties mounted. Time had no meaning. The fierce struggle for survival in the abyss of pelleloo eroded the vene of civilization and made savages of us all.