It was time to check up on my #OLW, but then I saw a cousin’s post and I was off on a tangent. In search of history. In search of a different meaning of “BRAVE”. In search of a definition of HERO that I can uphold and believe in.
Can you name this iconic photo?
Where was it taken?
What is the significance?
The photographer won the Pulitzer prize for this picture in 1945. It was later found on a three cent stamp and also used for war bond sales.
Worthy of some recognition although it was “Before My Time”.
The statistics are alarming . . . the number of Americans killed. The number of Japanese who died. The miles and miles of tunnels. An island. The ferociousness of battle.
The flag, raised twice, was displayed at Mount Suribachi and seemed to herald an easy victory for the 3rd, 4th, and 5th Marines. But pictures and stories abound.
I’m not sure what a “tractor” was. Many different vehicles are present in pictures and in books.
The post that sent me on a history search for a day was my uncle’s picture here posted by his daughter. A tractor commander. Multiple battles. A corporal.
“. . . outstanding qualities of initiative and courage . . . under heavy enemy mortar and artillery fire. . . . cool and calm under enemy fire, and his courageous conduct was at all times in keeping with the highest traditions of the United States naval service.”
awarded a bronze star
And in our present day, any person who raises their right hand and says,
“I, _________, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; . . .
as they enter into the armed services
is a HERO!
Who are your heroes?
Who did you celebrate on Veteran’s Day?
What stories of bravery are you collecting?
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By the numbers:
34,310 + = days alive*
25,550 + = days married*
Hundreds of family events:
The gold dress I wore in this family picture was a gift from my godparents . . .
Countless dinners and events across many states . . .
I remember presenting in Austin, TX and driving on down to visit Bob and Dorris. It didn’t seem right to be “in the same state” and not go visit! However, my favorite story is from my 16th birthday.
Old enough to drive with
Driver’s license in hand.
Five “drivers” in the family.
Mathematical improbability to get “drive time” as the youngest driver.
AND YET . . .
My godparents sent me a birthday card with a car key in it.
“When you find the car that fits this key, it’s yours!” was written inside the card.
My godfather and uncle . . . Bob!
You will be missed!
(* Leap years were not accounted for. The numbers are approximations for average years.)
You were a father, grandfather, great grandfather, brother, brother-in-law and filled so many hearts.
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