World War II · Pacific9 min read

Uncommon Valor

Eight square miles of ash, and a flag the whole world remembers.

Iwo Jima · 1945

A small barren volcanic island with a brooding mountain seen from the sea.

February 1945. A speck of volcanic rock in the Pacific — eight square miles of black ash and stone: Iwo Jima. Its airfields sit halfway between American bombers and Japan itself, and both sides know it must be taken.

A Japanese general studying a map of the island inside a rock bunker.

The Japanese commander, General Kuribayashi, knows he cannot win. So he chooses a different goal: to make the island so costly that America loses its stomach for invading Japan.

Soldiers digging a network of tunnels and gun chambers inside volcanic rock.

He turns Iwo Jima into a fortress beneath the earth — eleven miles of tunnels, hidden gun positions, and bunkers carved into the rock. His order to his men: each is to kill ten Americans before he dies.

Marines wading onto a steep grey ash beach crowded with men and stalled vehicles.

The Marines land on beaches of soft volcanic ash that swallows their boots and stalls their vehicles. For a few minutes, it is strangely, eerily quiet.

Explosions sweeping a packed ash beach as men dive flat beneath a looming mountain.

Then Kuribayashi opens fire. From the high ground and the dominating peak of Mount Suribachi, hidden guns rake the crowded beaches. There is almost no cover anywhere.

A Marine pressed into an ash crater scanning a bare hillside for an unseen enemy.

A Marine

You can't see them. There's nothing to shoot back at — it's like the whole island is shooting at us.

Marines assaulting a concrete bunker on a rocky slope with flame and grenades.

The Marines claw forward yard by yard, taking the tunnels and bunkers one at a time — with grenades, flamethrowers, and demolition charges. Each position has to be sealed by hand.

Marines straining together to plant a flagpole on a windswept volcanic summit.

On the fifth day, a patrol fights its way to the top of Suribachi and raises a flag. A photographer catches the second, larger flag going up — and the image becomes the most famous photograph of the war.

Officers on the beach looking up at the distant flag on the peak.

Sec. Forrestal

The raising of that flag means a Marine Corps for the next five hundred years.

Marines advancing through a maze of jagged rocks and gullies under fire.

But the flag did not mean the battle was won. The hardest fighting was still to come, in the broken rock of the island's north, and it would grind on for weeks.

A vast field of grave markers on a bleak volcanic plain beneath the mountain.

When it ended, nearly seven thousand Americans were dead and thousands more wounded. Of the island's twenty-one thousand defenders, almost none surrendered — nearly all died.

The flag flying on the summit at dawn over a quiet, scarred island.

Of the Marines on Iwo Jima, an admiral said: "Uncommon valor was a common virtue." The little island became — and remains — one of the proudest and most painful names in the history of the Corps.

Sources

This story was adapted from the following. The illustrations are stylized depictions, not photographs of the events.

  • “Battle of Iwo Jima”, Wikipedia

    Overview, Kuribayashi's defense, the flag raisings, and casualties.

  • Flags of Our Fathers, James Bradley (2000)

    On the flag raising and the men who took part.

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