Word: craige
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Edward Arthur Craig had also fought his way across the Pacific, in battles other than theirs. He had been a combat commander (9th Regiment, 3rd Marine Division) at Bougainville and Guam, a crack operations officer for the V Amphibious Corps at Iwo Jima. He won the Navy Cross, Bronze Star, Legion of Merit...
...officer who fought with Craig on Guam relates: "After I ran ashore, the bullets were raining in from several pillboxes, so I dived into the nearest foxhole. Who in hell was in there but Eddie Craig. He was lying there with a phone and a notebook, talking to a runner. He was so quiet and collected he could have been at a desk in the Pentagon. 'We got to get those damn pillboxes!' I yelled at him. 'Now sit down there a minute,' Craig says, 'we'll get to 'em.' He just...
...Craig used to drive around the front lines in a mud-spattered jeep, toting a carbine (he is an even better shot than most marines). Some marines claim that Eddie Craig has steel wool instead of hair on his chest and a 40-mm. gun barrel for a backbone. But he is no military tyrant. Like many another Marine Corps officer, Craig believes that the welfare of enlisted men comes first. On Bougainville (which rhymes, in marine parlance, with Hoganville), officers slept in foxholes if the men slept in foxholes, ate whatever rations the men ate. On postwar Guam, although...
Also Edgar Guest. Eddie Craig was born (1896) in Danbury, Conn. His father (who is 78 and to whom Craig still writes a letter once a week) is a onetime Army medical officer. Eddie went to St. John's Military Academy at Delafield, Wis., jumped at a chance for a second lieutenancy in the Marines, sulked because he saw no action in World War I. His first overseas duty was in the Dominican Republic...
...Craig is now regarded as a model of decorum, but there is evidence that in his youth he was something of a gay blade. On weekends he used to ride at breakneck speed into the town of San Pedro de Macoris on a noisy, dust-spurting motorcycle, seriously disturbing a Marine captain attached to Santo Domingo's Guardia Nacional, who rode into town at the same time on a mule named Josephine. The mule-rider, Gregon Williams, is now chief of staff of the 1st Marine Division and he and Craig are close friends...