The Battle for Guadalcanal , 1942-1943

History, knowledge in general, has disappeared from the feminized curriculum now passed around as school education.

Correcting ones feelings is the poison of Our childrens’ day of family-dying leftist America.

I was so fortunate to have been born in times of the American Depression,  seven years before I learned to visualize learning…..through the excitement of  a child’s reality and concern that ‘my’  country was at War in the world.

I discovered Guadalcanal, and nouns like Rabaul, Port Morseby,  and eventually Midway, Tarawa, Guam, Saipan the Marianas primarily through the St. Paul Sunday Pioneer Press beginning 73 years ago.

It turned out that I was severely dyslexic, a severe  handicap for one’s  schooling  long before the disorder was discovered.  I couldn’t read sentences and even recognize many letters if the alphabet correctly.  But, I was born to be curious and acquired a powerful love learning about the miracle of life, in particular the human part of it. It was world war time when that happened for me.

I was seven when Pearl Harbor was attacked.  Some time in mid or late summer of 1942 I discovered the rotogravure sections of the St. Paul Pioneer Press Sunday editions where its fat page sections were filled with sepia ‘colored’ pictures of War in the Pacific.    Two  step-brothers of my Mother, ages 17 and 19 had joined the Navy and wound up on ships waging war against Japan by then.   Mother showed me maps and pictures from these newspapers  from the battles on and around the island of Guadalcanal not too far from the continent of Australia.

In no time I began to associate cut line words with action in  the war pictures, or something like that, because I began to read headlines as well as cut lines regarding war progress.   My parents must have recognized this development in me, for they bought me a World Atlas for Christmas, 1942, made of flimsy paper and cardbord, a victim of the war effort.   I haven’t yet thrown it away.

A real war lasted on that island for nearly a half a year till early 1943.  My in law, were on ships connected to and included in the fighting.

The first headline I remember reading dealt with the beginning of the battle for  Midway Island, June, 1942 occurring  at the same time.    I can still see the burning of the Yorktown in one of those newspaper pictures.

I fell in love with gardens, maps, atlases, globes, geography, history, and so on, nearly all around that early age…..then gardens, because they were beautiful places to dive bomb enemy installations made of my toy blocks in a section of Mother’s flower displays and later years  in my neighbor’s sand box.

I had a great childhood living in a very modest ‘loving’ neighborhood, in a wonderful united country trained to decency in the JudeoChristian ethic manner then, called the United States of America.

The following is a rather lengthy but rewarding reading of the Battle for Guadalcanal, a time when America’s young men were God-fearing and heroes, rather than poisoned by today’s American college and university:

http://www.worldwar2history.info/Guadalcanal/Marines.html