Adam's thread about the worst jobs in WW2 made me think about the myriad different ways that one could die during that conflict. Blown to oblivion by a shell or slowly starved to death in a Japanese POW camp are two obvious contrasts. The one that stands out in my mind is the description by Eugene Sledge in With the Old Breed, of an American Marine on Peleliu. Attacked in his foxhole by a Japanese soldier, each had lost his weapon in the struggle. The desperate Marine finally killed his enemy by jamming his forefinger into the man's eye socket. This occurred in the dark so it was not until the sun rose that the other Marines learned of the source of the blood-chilling screams from the night before. Until reading that, I had never considered that method of killing a human being. For the Marine, if he survived, it is the stuff nightmares are made of.