A Tale of Six Boys

Who said freedom was free?

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 cheese head, too! Come

gather around, Cheese heads, 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". 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 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. 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. 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. 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 on 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 for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.

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. Remember to pray for this great country of ours and also pray for

those still in murderous unrest around the world. STOP and thank God for

being alive and being free at someone else's sacrifice.

REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great

day.