The first stop on our trip to Iwo Jima was Fredericksburg Texas and The National Museum for the Pacific War, which also happens to be where my parents live. There is an amazing story about God’s providence in their living there, but that will have to come later. My parents are docents at the museum. The museum organized a giant Iwo Jima Commemoration including a parade and a re enactment of the battle for Mt. Suribachi, the five hundred foot tall hill that overlooked the island.
Kelly and my mother at the parade. My sweet wonderful mother housed and fed at any given time 30-40 WWII pilots, Vietnam vets, Film crews, a host of friends and a herd of relatives. She gets the “Sarah Award” as the hostess extrodinaire.
During the parade Deborah and I sat next to Vernon Galle, from the USS President Jackson which took the Third and Fifth Marine Divisions off Iwo Jima after the battle. Bill Henderson tells the story of how the Marines were so weak that they could not get themselves into the ships after the battle, so the Navy men carried them to safety and then cared for them on the way back to recovery. Vernon was one of those men who carried them in his arms. He said that he and his comrades would go through the food line with two trays, the extra one for a Marine who could not get up.
Dad and Mom on the bus on the way to the re enactment
Re enactment of the battle for Iwo Jima
Here is a shot of my family watching the re enactment with my sister Carol and her husband Fred and their daughter Chritina, My sister JoAnn, My Uncle Tom and his wife Mary, My aunt Francis' grandson Nick, Maria a Fredericksburg Neighbor, the most wonderful friends in the world, Howard and Sandy from Arizona and of course… Dad and Arthur Burry, my dad’s best friend on Iwo. Blair and Claudia are somewhere, but not in this picture.
General Jim VandeHey with my daughter Claudia. This retired Army Air Corps General stopped by my dads house and we had a great time talking Iwo Jima. I said to Claudia, “Young lady you are shaking the hand of a man who was there when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor and then went on to Iwo Jima with your grandfather.” She heard lots of his stories at my dad’s dining room table that afternoon... What a way to learn about history He was CO of the 78th, 47th and the 45th Fighter Squadrons. My dad was in the 45th.
Arthur Burry, my dad’s best friend from Iwo came. For me, getting to know Burry was the highlight of our time in Fredericksburg.