"Colonel Shoup, who wore a mask of dust and dirt like every other marine on the island, summed up the situation that afternoon: "Well, I think we're winning, but the bastards have got a lot of bullets left. I think we'll clean up tomorrow."57 He was plainly exhausted, having slept not at all the previous night. He was still bleeding through his bandage. His report to General Julian Smith would enter Marine Corps lore: "Casualties many; percentage of dead not known; combat efficiency: We are winning." --