I was reading a book on the Pacific War last night and came across a passage that I found interesting. What I read may have been nothing new but it was a reminder to remember an aspect of war that doesn't typically make it into many of the "hollywood" style renditions. Now, don't go thinking I don't appreciate hollywood now...because I most certainly do. I have absolutely nothing against a good couple hours of kicking ass and possibly taking a few names (A.K.A the Expendables). On the flip side of this coin is the the fact that war is so often fought with patience and the ability to keep your beans together (mentally). In this book, it depicts the day after (remembrance of) Independence Day in which most of the men had a hell of a hangover. Their boredom and the constant tension resulted in a bit of a riot when Ice cream was introduced into the mix. A couple keeled over from heat stroke, while another had a good ol' time chasing a rat around camp in an effort to kill it. Some were lucky enough to receive packages of both food and reading material to help with alleviation of that boredom and tension. They were in hell, it just didn't seem like it some of the time.
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