One the center columns in the mythos of the United States Marine Corps, a rock upon which the legend has been built, are the horrifyingly brutal battles fought starting over 70 years ago, between Marines and land elements of the military of Japan on numerous islands that dotted the Pacific Ocean. No quarter asked, nor any given. Brutality of the basest order and the Reaper worked with efficiency. The defensive strategies and tactics, with their attendant fortifications made the butcher’s bill paid by the Marines, and by the Japanese, the stuff of legend. His Imperial Majesty’s troops were infamous for their ability to dig in, deep, and make an invading force pay a massive price for every meter of ground they took.
Now, their swords turned forcibly into plowshares and cars for perhaps a bit too long, they turn to their legendary opponents for lessons we learned from them: U.S., Japan Train for Island Defense
["And where," you ask, Good Reader, "the $%^& have you been Comjam?!?" Obligations elsewhere have kept me away too long. More are to come, but in the interval I have a couple of things I've been working on.]