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Memorial Day Tribute — Iwo Jima: A Tale of Six Boys

Posted By on May 25, 2009

By Vicki McClure Davidson * Frugal Café Blog Zone

Many of you know that I correspond with a number of soldiers and Marines who are deployed in the war zones. One of those Marines sent me the following story a while back. I thought it would be appropriate to post it today, Memorial Day, in honor of our fallen American heroes.

This true story has been circulating the Internet for years, but even if you’ve read it before, I believe it is still powerful. It also serves as a reminder of how fortunate and blessed we are to have such courageous, self-sacrificing men and women serving our country.

Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom, must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it. — Thomas Paine

God bless our troops, and God bless America!

Raising of the American flag at Iwo Jima, the most iconic photo of World War II

Raising of the American flag at Iwo Jima, the most iconic photo of World War II

 

Iwo Jima: A Tale of Six Boys
By Michael T. Powers

Each year my video production company is hired to go to Washington, D.C. with the eighth grade class from Clinton, Wisconsin where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation’s capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall’s trip was especially memorable.

On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history-that of the six brave men raising the American flag at the top of Mount Surabachi on the Island of Iwo Jima, Japan during WW II. Over one hundred students and chaperons piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, “What’s your name and where are you guys from?

I told him that my name was Michael Powers and that we were from Clinton, Wisconsin.

“Hey, I’m a Cheesehead, too! Come gather around, Cheeseheads, and I will tell you a story.”

James Bradley just happened to be in Washington, D.C. to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good-night to his dad, who had previously passed away, but whose image is part of the statue. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington, D.C., but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night. When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. Here are his words from that night:

“My name is James Bradley and I’m from Antigo, Wisconsin. My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote a book called Flags of Our Fathers which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me. Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game, a game called “War.” But it didn’t turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of twenty-one, died with his intestines in his hands. I don’t say that to gross you out; I say that because there are generals who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were seventeen, eighteen, and nineteen years old.”

He pointed to the statue.

“You see this next guy? That’s Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Rene’s helmet off at the moment this photo was taken, and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph. A photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection, because he was scared. He was eighteen years old. Boys won the battle of Iwo Jima. Boys. Not old men.

“The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the “old man” because he was so old. He was already twenty-four. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn’t say, “Let’s go kill the enemy” or “Let’s die for our country.” He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say, “You do what I say, and I’ll get you home to your mothers.”

“The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona. Ira Hayes walked off Iwo Jima. He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, ‘You’re a hero.’ He told reporters, ‘How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only twenty-seven of us walked off alive?’

“So you take your class at school. 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only twenty-seven of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes died dead drunk, face down at the age of thirty-two, ten years after this picture was taken.

“The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky, a fun-lovin’ hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, “Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn’t get down. Then we fed them Epson salts. Those cows crapped all night.”

“Yes, he was a fun-lovin’ hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of nineteen. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother’s farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. The neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.

“The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin, where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite’s producers, or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say, “No, I’m sorry sir, my dad’s not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don’t know when he is coming back.”

“My dad never fished or even went to Canada. Usually he was sitting right there at the table eating his Campbell’s soup, but we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn’t want to talk to the press. You see, my dad didn’t see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, ’cause they are in a photo and a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima, he probably held over 200 boys as they died, and when boys died in Iwo Jima, they writhed and screamed in pain.

“When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, ‘I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. DID NOT come back.’

“So that’s the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima, and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time.”

Suddenly the monument wasn’t just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero in his own eyes, but a hero nonetheless.

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Reported by Snopes: The above-quoted article was written in October 2000 by Wisconsin resident Michael T. Powers (whose name has been omitted from most of the Internet-circulated versions), transcribed from a videotape he made of a talk given by author James Bradley at the Marine Corps War Memorial in Arlington, Virginia. Bradley, whose father, John, was one of the six men pictured in the famous photograph of the flag-raising on Mt. Suribachi in February 1945 (and is thus depicted in the monument’s sculpture), had earlier that year published Flags of Our Fathers, an account of the life stories of those six men.

Related reading:
Michelle Malkin: GoDaddy.com celebrates America and Memorial Day 2009: Giving thanks for those who made the ultimate sacrifice and Memorial Day message from Blackfive
Robert J. Avrech, Big Hollywood: Hollywood Celebrates American Military Resolve – Flashback
Mitchell Landsberg, Associated Press: Fifty Years Later, Iwo Jima Photographer Fights His Own Battle
Chele Stanton, Big Hollywood: Freedom Isn’t Free
The Underground Conservative: Memorial Day 2009 – Remembering Fallen Heroes
Hot Air: Memorial Day and A memorial you may not have seen
GayPatriot: Liberals Who Insist on Politicizing Everything
Andrew Breitbart, Big Hollywood: How Sean Penn Won the War
Hot Air: What happened to flying the flag on Memorial Day?
Dr Jim West: My Memorial Day Prayer
Where’s the Outrage?: Memorial Day Cartoon
Daily Uprising: Memorial Day 2009
Frugal Café Blog Zone: “Star Trek” Cast Meets Our Real Heroes: US Military Deployed in Kuwait, Iraq
Jim Blazsik: Memorial Day Tribute
Washington Times: Sinise urges more funds for disabled vets
Gary Graham, Big Hollywood: Troopathon 2009: Because They Serve
Fastidious: What I’m Smiling About: Happy Memorial Day
Nice Deb: Happy Memorial Day
Ogre’s Politics and Views: Memorial Day Weekend
Caffeinated Thoughts: Memorial Day Weekend Open Thread
Grand Rants: Memorial Day: Forget something?
THR.com: Sinise on Patrol: One helping thousands

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5 Responses to “Memorial Day Tribute — Iwo Jima: A Tale of Six Boys”

  1. RedBloodedPatriot says:

    I’ve never read this story before. It gave me chills. Makes me prouder to be an American, and even prouder of our military (if that is possible, since I’ve always been proud of them).

    Excellent, excellent post.

  2. Cassie says:

    Wow, this really moved me. Thanks! 🙂

  3. Freedom Is Never Free…

    “Once each May, amid the quiet hills and rolling lanes and breeze-brushed trees of Arlington National Cemetery, far above the majestic Potomac and the monuments and memorials of our Nation’s Capital just beyond, the graves of America’…

  4. robin says:

    Over Easter, my mother took my 2 youngest children & I on an all-expense paid trip to Washington, D.C. As we were standing under the Iwo Jima Memorial, she brought out of piece of paper & quietly instructed us to listen. As she read this featured article, I began to cry uncontrollably. To hear these heroes’ stories come to life, suddenly made it all so very poignant. I was so touched by this account & at the same time, was saddened that in our media-crazed society, so few have never heard this account. I returned home & have shared it with many. And as I reread it today, the chills & the tears are no less potent. May we never forget those sweet & stout-hearted soldiers who have gone on. And I pray that my God will bless & cover with a supernatural safety, those who still serve us so courageously & sacrificially …God bless their families & give them piece of mind, an unabashed pride & the richest of blessings!

    • admin says:

      Robin, thank you for sharing your moving story with our readers. I know exactly the emotions you’re describing. I’ve read this account a number of times, and it never fails to touch me to my inner core.

      God bless you, dear friend. And God bless our brave heroes in the military… we appreciate and are forever in their debt for all that they do, or have done, in the name of freedom. Because of them, Americans don’t know the gripping fear that so many other people in foreign, tyrant-run lands feel each and every day.

      Let freedom ring!