People don’t die real nice and pretty like in Hollywood pictures and what not, they’re mangled horribly. I can recall one instance where an artillery shell hit the individual running in front of me, it was 10 yards away. His body absorbed the shell cause the shell exploded. His upper half of the body from his waist disappeared, the legs kept running for 10 more yards. But I’m just saying that as one example, but you see that constantly all the time around you, horribly mangled bodies…not some stranger, your friend. Your buddy, the one that saved your life, maybe hours ago or days ago, see? And so we’re asking people to reproduce this nightmare in their brain? They don’t wanna. They hate talking about that. It’s so horrible, they can’t talk about it.
Date: August 28, 1995
Location: California, US
Contributed by: Watase Media Arts Center, Japanese American National Museum
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