The Madness of Pella Lu

It was all but impossible to practice simple elemental field sanitation on most areas of Pella Lu because of the rocky surface. Added to this was the odor of thousands of rotting, discarded Japanese and American rations. At every breath one inhaled, humid air heavy with countless repulsive odors. I felt as though my lungs would never be cleansed of these foul vapors. The word gallant seemed so ridiculous. Only the fly is benefited. So as patriotic and brave as Eugene Sludge was, the madness, the madness even made him begin to question what this was all about.