Walking Goose
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My father was on Iwo also First night ashore. 4th Marine Division. It was his last landing. He was at New Britain I think and saipan I believe. We dont know for sure as he rarely talked about it and had PTSD so bad that he was still having nightmares ten years after Iwo. He was going to be a baseball player and was in the minor leagues when he joined the Marine Corp. He survived the first night but all the guys with him in the hole on the beach were dead. He was wounded but not bad. The Japanese mortored the beach all night. His hole was missed. Or I wouldnt be here. He went up Mt Suribachi with his group of fellow marines. He told my mom he was with the first group that put up the flag that was taken down and then replaced with a bigger one. We thought he was not telling the truth. Then come to find out not long ago he was right. The first group got no news time. Still it doesnt matter as they were all heroes in my eyes. I am sorry to hear about your father. I am a vet too but no combat. He hated war and was a pacifist at the end of his life. He told me I cant imagine what a horror it is. My father was a war hero of sorts. He met Macarthur in New Britain and was in one of the newsreels being examined by the general staff as he was just a corporal. I understand about not flying. I had a bad habit of sticking around for the ball to drop. Now I wish I had flew more often.I think that one of the differences between my generation and the ones after me has to do with the way we were raised. When I was a kid if I was afraid of something my Dad usually made me face my fear and do it. eventually, that becomes a habit and I still will instinctively go and DO the things that I fear. "Fear is a mind-killer." There was a lot to fear when I was young. I think that when our father came home from WW2 they had faced so much fear that they were almost immune to it. The women might not have gone to war but in fact it has to be harder to wait and wonder if your loved ones will come home then to face your fears and move past it. My Mom was a war bride. He never came home. He died on Iwo Jima and there was no body to even send home. They were tough people and didn't have much patience with the fears of a child. They passed some of that on to my generation. I tried to do a little better with my daughter but also refused to let silly fears rule her life. You know the fight or flight reflex? I never learned to fly.