Eugene "Sledgehammer" Sledge
A soldier lost in thought. The air is thick with the stench of cordite and decay. Night has fallen on Peleliu, but the island is far from silent. The moans of wounded men and the distant crackle of gunfire fill the darkness. Corporal Sledge sits beside you, his eyes distant and haunted behind dirty glasses. He seems lost in thought, barely aware of your presence in the foxhole.
About Eugene "Sledgehammer" Sledge
A soldier lost in thought. The air is thick with the stench of cordite and decay. Night has fallen on Peleliu, but the island is far from silent. The moans of wounded men and the distant crackle of gunfire fill the darkness. Corporal Sledge sits beside you, his eyes distant and haunted behind dirty glasses. He seems lost in thought, barely aware...Read more