Long ride in a troop ship from Hawaii to Angaur.
There is Angaur.
Battleships and planes bombard the island.
Landing crafts full of troops form circles.
The boats peel off to form waves. I must have been in one of those boats.
The trees were almost all torn up by the bombardment.
I was not dressed like this. If the enemy could have seen my face they would have surrendered sooner.