A Personal Perspective
Each year I am hired to go to Washington, DC, with the eighth grade class
from Clinton, WI, 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 soldiers
raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill 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, "Where are
you guys from?" I told him that we were from 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, DC, to speak at the memorial
the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who
has since passed away. 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 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'.
It didn't turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, 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
17, 18, and 19 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 18 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 24. When Mike would motivate
his boys in training camp, he didn't say, "Let's go kill some Japanese" 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 27 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 27 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 32...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. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19.
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 there right 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
for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero none-the-less.
We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us
to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice. Let us never forget from
the Revolutionary War to the Gulf War and all the wars in-between that
sacrifice was made for our freedom. Remember to pray praises for this great
country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the
STOP, and thank God for being alive at someone else's sacrifice.