Flags of Our Fathers frequently reminds readers of their mortality. While death is not mentioned on every page, it is there in spirit. So if sixty-five years later we can still sense the fear in the pages of a book, what must it have been like to live in the moment?
After reading about the battles Mike, Ira, and Harlon had already encountered prior to Iwo, I am struck with the idea that they willingly went back into the line of duty. Harlon, for example, would take long walks out in the orchards before going back—to catch malaria from the mosquitoes.
But they, like so many others in WWII and American soldiers today, did go back knowing full well that new and familiar horrors would be waiting for them.
Mike, Ira, Franklin, Don, Harlon, and Rene are heroes. I don’t know what kind of mental stamina it takes to overcome that basic instinct to flee from danger. I don’t have a warrior’s heart. Yet plenty of Americans have had that heart before me. As the American poet Alan Seeger, who fought and died in WWI, famously wrote,
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
The service members who heed the call of duty are true heroes to me; however, if you were to ask the men and women who are serving or who have served, I believe they would say that they are not heroes.
But if they are not heroes, then who is? What does it take to be a hero?
Surely Seeger’s speaker recognizes the danger in front of him. He still continues on the path, pledging to meet up with death, no matter the odds. The men who fought on D-Day, Siapan, Tarawa, and Iwo Jima all faced similar rendezvous. Was death for them just as palpable and certain as it seems to be for this speaker? Even so, they gave everything they had—mentally, spiritually, and physically—to overcome the obstacles in front of them, to keep their rendezvous with death a long way from home.
So what then is a hero? Perhaps, in the broadest sense, a hero is one who sacrifices self for the sake of others, and the degree to which the sacrifice goes determines, in part, the value of the heroism—hence “Doc” Bradley’s belief that the true heroes are the ones who do not come back. Whatever one’s definition of a hero might be, the value of their sacrifice is inestimable and humbling.
Though many of us will not be in the position of having to sacrifice our lives, there are daily sacrifices we can and should make for the sake of others. What kind of hero could we become in the life of someone else?
Courtney G. Milleson & Frank Sobey