Peleliu was a horror.
All of it was.
My Uncle Joe, Dad’s oldest brother, got wounded badly on Okinawa. Made 7 amphibious landings in the Pacific, not a scratch, and he got messed up there, south of Naha. Jeep hit a mine or a buried artillery shell, him, the driver, and his captain went flying; Jeep pinned him to the ground, broke his hips and legs, and a Japanese patrol bayonetted him in the throat.
And he lived...
And he sure as HELL didn’t expatriate...
Your Uncle Joe was one tough dude.