Ed never spoke of the grim battles, we only heard murmurs between the adults and references to people like Basilone and places that were so foreign to us. It wasn't until we were older that he finally started telling us some of the stories. I think that was true of that generation, they just didn't talk about it. Now I understand that far away look in his eyes when he'd be looking out at the ocean, when I read about and look over the old photographs from the fields it is heart wrenching what these young men went through. We truly owe them utmost respect and gratitude.
By the way, Ghost Soldiers by Hampton Sides is an excellent account of the rescue mission of the Battan GI's, if you haven't read it, do.

Meanwhile, hard to imagine anything getting past those leathernecks...makes you kind of wonder about the gal from New York(!)
Take care, and Semper Fi.