The Boys of Iwo Jima
(From the book: Heart Touchers
"Life-Changing Stories of Faith, Love,
and Laughter)
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 chaperones
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 Kronkite'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, 7000 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.
Copyright © 2000 by Michael T.
Powers
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Michael T. Powers, the founder of
HeartTouchers.com and
Heart4Teens.com, is the youth
minister at Faith Community Church
in Janesville, Wisconsin. He is
happily married to his high school
sweetheart Kristi and proud father
of three young rambunctious boys.
He is also an author with stories in
29 inspirational books including
many in the Chicken Soup for the
Soul series and his own entitled:
Heart Touchers "Life-Changing
Stories of Faith, Love, and
Laughter." To preview his book or to
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