Clint Eastwood's directing is an unflinching look at combat, and except for one perplexing example, no moment of gore or evisceration is spared. A severed head on the sand here, an unattached leg there, a gaping hole in a Marine, guts spilling out onto the dark sand to the right, Japanese soldiers turned inside out after killing themselves with grenades to the left. But in a moment of curious directorial cop out, Doc Bradley discovers his close friend who had been tortured and killed by Japanese soldiers in an unspeakable fashion. In a close-up, backlit image, Bradley looks at the body and his expression hints at the horror he is witnessing. The audience is spared this hideous scene, having been spared nothing else. The problem with not sharing the awfulness, as we later find out, is that this was the precise moment that tormented Bradley for the rest of his life. Throughout the movie Bradley calls out for his dead friend in his sleep, and then consciously right up until his last breath almost 50 years later.