Happy St. Patrick's Day to you! May the angels shower you with love, may you have shamrocks beneath your feet ...
VERY TOUCHING AND GOOD FOR US ALL TO REMEMBER!
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 capital, 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 cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story.'
(It was James Bradley who 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 had 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 , DC , 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 wrote a book called 'Flags of Our Fathers'. 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 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people 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 - and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it.
(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. It was just boys who 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 was one of them who lived to walk 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 carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down, drowned in a very shallow puddle, 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. 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 Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.' Yes, he was 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. Those 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, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a combat caregiver. On Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died on Iwo Jima, they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the 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 for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.
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 current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom...please pray for our troops.
Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also ...please pray for our troops still in murderous places around the world.
STOP and thank God for being alive and being free due to someone else's sacrifice.
God Bless You and God Bless America .
REMINDER: Every day that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great day.
One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in DC that is not mentioned here is . . that if you look at the statue very closely and count the number of 'hands' raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God.
SHABBY APPLE WINNER IS ~~~~ DOGMOM DIVA ~~~~~
Oh gosh, I LOVE this! What a wonderful story. It brought tears to my eyes ... thank you for sharing.
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Wow!!! Such a touching story!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for sharing this story. What an experience for you and for those kids. I did not know the story nor have I read the book....but I will ASAP.
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Praise God I am a free American and the Son has set me free too.
ReplyDeleteOh what a beautiful post! I am so proud to be an American! My Grandson just returned from his Washington trip! I sat with him last night and looked at his pictures! He enjoyed it so much!
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed day dear Marydon, HUGS!
Goosebumps with my tea this morning. Thanks for the great story.
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ReplyDeleteLOVE THIS !!! Sooo touching, and I HAVE to share with my boys !!! See what I mean, about you sharing such wisdom, truth, and heart-wrenching posts !! I AM sooo PROUD to be an American !!! And, I (we)as a family pray everyday for our troops, and their sacarafices each day !!
I'm so excited to finally meet and be able to visit in person with you and Mr. Wonderful !! Can you EVEN believe it !!! TeA is off to Maryland soon !!! LoVe to you this very day, and Happy St. Patricks Day to my Irish friends !!
Soooo excited ~TeA~ xo
OMGosh, WoW! =0
ReplyDeleteThank you for including Landon in your prayers... very much appreciated! =)
My Daughter read your post and said for me to tell you how much she enjoyed it:) HUGS!
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful story...I remember my 8th grade trip! This is a very touching post, Marydon. Thank you!
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Jane
How beautiful this post is! Thank you so much for sharing!
ReplyDeleteOh Marydon, thank you so much for sharing this with us. Of course I had seen that picture but never knew the story behind it. What a treat to hear it from a man whose father was one of the lucky ones who made it home. Too many times war is glorified and that's so wrong. No one can even imagine what it's like unless they're right there in the middle of it. Heroes yes...but at what cost. I also hadn't heard about the 13th hand...that is so beautiful! xoxo
ReplyDeleteHi Marydon, WOW what a touching and wonderful story. We saw the movie not long ago and now with your post it really is heartfelt.
ReplyDeleteWhat an outstanding experience for you and the kids. Thank you so much for sharing this story and putting a face on the sacrifice that brave men and women make each day for our country and our freedom. I pray for them all.
Happy St. Patrick's Day my fried.
Hugs and blessings, Celestina Marie
Good Evening Sis...
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful story you have shared this evening. I am SO proud to be an American, and thank God for our soldiers every night that have given us our many freedoms.
Can you imagine the air that surrounded these students as this gentleman spoke? I am sure that you could have hear a pin drop.
Thank you dear Sis. Another beautiful share. Many hugs and much love, your lil Sis, Sherry
P.S. Don't forget your green tomorrow. You don't want to get pinched. Love ya.
I've goosebumps atop of goosebumps! This is a WONDERFUL story, and has given me pause.
ReplyDeleteNow I'm not "into" numerology or anything, but for several reasons, I've LOATHED the numbers "6" & "13" ... even to the point I won't go through a check-out line #6.
The next time I catch my mind going down that road, I'll remember this story, and the Hand of God!
Big hugs,
Myra
That is a beautiful story.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great opportunity to be able to be there with those kids when they learn this stuff.
what a beautiful story. I will copy it and keep it in my scrapbook, and hope my grandchildren will read it. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteOh WOW, what an amazing story!!! and I love the part about the 13 hands...it is so touching, Marydon. Wishing you a Happy Pink Saturday!
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Cindy
I read that with tears in my eyes. Thank you so much for sharing that touching, heart-rending story with us all. Sometimes we forget the price that has been paid for our freedom. We should strive to never forget..not even for one moment.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story my friend!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing...and thank you for your sweet comments you left me on my blog the other day...you are a blessing! xoxoo Happy weekend....Off to see if I can find something green to bake today...xoxo
oh my, I have goose bumps as I read that very loving poignant story. I would have loved to seen the look on all those 8th graders faces. Thank you so much and my the 13th hand look over you my friend!
ReplyDeleteThis was one super post!!! And oh my goodness, how I envy you going to Washington D.C. each year. I love that city.
ReplyDeleteOh Marydon,
ReplyDeleteI'm still blinking back the tears.
Thank you for sharing that. I never knew.
May we always remember that freedom isn't free. There is great sacrifice.
I pray for the soldiers and others in foreign countries..for their safety..for them to come home to their families unharmed physically, mentally and emotionally. And for their families.
Feel proud everyday to live here. And appreciate what our troops and our God have done to keep this country free.
Take care, Janet W
oh I love this story and piece of history. thanks.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, I'm speechless..this is so touching..thank you for this nice post and tribute..Happy St. Paddy's Day to you..Susie
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this important story!!!
ReplyDeleteThis was a wonderful post! How amazing that you were there with your group before he left and had him speak to you all at such a great length! This was really moving! I forwarded it to my husband so he could read it too.
ReplyDeleteYet another God ordained moment, Marydon...beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a very moving essay. Thanks so much for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteI am going to print it and save it for my grandchildren to use at the time they study WWII in the Pacific.
Thanks again.