All language subtitles for Flags.Of.Our.Fathers.2006.1080p.BluRay.x265-TrIpLeM

Corpsman !

Corpsman !

Corpsman !

For God's sakes!
Corpsman !

Corpsman !

Corpsman !

What's wrong?

Every jackass thinks
he knows what war is.

Especially those who
have never been in one.

We Iike things nice and simpIe:

Good and evil, heroes and villains.

There's always plenty of both.

Most of the time, they are not
who we think they are.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where, where is he?

Mr. Bradley?

Mr. B? You okay?

-Where is he?
-Where is who?

Where is he? Where did he go?
Where, where is he?

All right. Just stay right here, okay?

I'm gonna call an ambulance.
It'll be okay.

Where is he?

Most guys I knew would never talk
about what happened over there.

Probably because they're still
trying to forget about it.

They certainly didn't
think of themselves as heroes.

They died without glory.

Nobody has taken their pictures.

Only their buddies knew what they did.

I'd tell their folks they died
for their country.

I'm not sure that was it.

Now, there were
plenty other photos taken that day. . .

. . . but none anybody wanted to see.

What we see and do in war. . .

. . .the cruelty, is unbelievable.

But somehow we gotta make
some sense of it.

To do that, we need
an easy-to-understand truth. . .

. . .and damn few words.

Film's ruined.

I don't know. This one looks all right.

And if you can get a picture....

Now, the right picture can win
or lose a war.

You're gonna want to see this.

Look at Vietnam.

The picture of that
South Vietnamese officer. . .

. . . blowing that fella's brains
out of the side of his head.

That was it.

The war was lost.

We just hung around
trying to pretend it wasn't.

Took a lot of other pictures that day.
None of them made a difference.

Thanks. Appreciate it.

Sounds ridiculous, but it happened.

Country was bankrupt.

People were becoming cynical
and tired of war.

-Oh, my Lord, that's Harlon !
-Where?

Right there. Planting that flag,
that's your brother.

Ma, all you can see is his behind.

And that's his. I powdered
and diapered it, I know my son.

That's him. Go get your father.

Daddy, Ma's got a picture of Harlon's
keister in the paper.

You watch your mouth, young man.

Thank you.

One photo, almost all on its own,
turned that around.

It's on the front page
of every major paper.

Over 200 dailies and they're all flooded
with requests for prints.

I think we might have found it.

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Corpsman !

-I gotta go get him.
-Oh, no, you don't.

Iggy, I gotta go.

I have a whole different theory. He wants
medical attention, he'll come to us.

Hey, shut up and crawl over here,
you lazy son of a bitch !

-As soon as that flare goes out.
-Crap.

-Okay, well, I'll go with you.
-No.

-You're gonna leave me here?
-I'll be right back, just--

Shoot some people. I gotta go.

Oh, God.

Okay, it's okay.

Don't touch them.

Get your hands out, let me do that.
Don't look.

Keep your head back, your eyes on me.

Look at me. I'll get it.
I'll take care of it.

We'll get this bandage on you.
We'll get you taken care of.

And we'll get you down
to the bottom, all right?

You're gonna be fine.

It's okay.

I'll do that. I'll do that.

Put some pressure on that. Put your
hands on top and put pressure on it.

Keep your head back. Keep breathing.

Keep looking at me, all right?
Just keep looking at--

Doc.

Help me.

Help me.

How does that feel?

-It feels good.
-It does? All right.

-Good.
-All right.

I'm gonna go get a stretcher.
I'll be right back.

I'm all right.

Go and help someone who's hurt.

All right. Hold on there.

-Where did he go?
-Who?

-The guy who was right here, Ignatowski.
-You jumped in the wrong hole.

I didn't jump in the wrong hole! He
was right here, now where the hell is he?

Iggy!

Iggy!

Shut up. You want every Jap
shooting at us?

Iggy!

Holy shit.

They expect us to climb this?

Or something just like it.

So where you think they're sending us?

I think it's the desert, Franklin.

Well, that makes no sense at all.

Well, it's just military psychology.

They always train you for the desert
on a volcano.

Now you're just having fun with me.

Harlon, take your men right.
Watch for Bedouins.

-What's a Bedouin?
-It's a guy with a camel.

Well, jeez Louise,
maybe we are going to the desert.

Now, you tilt that to the right, but what
if the bullet comes from the left?

Bullets don't come from the left.
You know any left-handed Japs?

That makes as much sense
as you showering with your shoes on.

You don't even know
why you do it, do you?

Because I don't tell you
mean I don't know?

You do it because Mike does it.

I'll ask him.

-So you cut hair back home?
-Some.

Training to be a barber, are you, Doc?

No, I just studied it a little.

-But not in barber school?
-Nope.

Let me guess, Hayes is winning.

Chief, I had very little to do
with Sitting Bull's death. . .

. . .so maybe you could stop
taking it out on me.

Different tribe. The Pimas fought
on the side of the white man.

-See, now that's smart.
-That is smart.

Yeah. Worked real good for us.

Good luck, fellas.

Hey, good night, Lindberg.

Dead bodies. He cuts hair
on dead bodies.

Even I knew that.

-Who's in?
-Oh, I'm in.

It must be a lot easier with them
not moving around and all.

There's that.

You know what I been thinking?

Well, they been telling us
we need to buddy up. . .

. . .and I think we'd make
pretty good buddies.

And how do you figure that?

Well, you know, in that we
have a lot in common.

So why do you cut dead people's
hair, anyway?

I'm studying to work in a funeral home.

You tell a lot of people that?

You actually chose the Marines
because they got the best uniform?

No sense being a hero
if you don't look like one.

Jacks.

Queens.

Shit.

Do anything on that reservation
but play cards, chief?

All right, listen up, you sorry bunch
of leathernecks!

We going over the side tomorrow
which means we ain't long for this rock.

-All right!
-About time.

Any man who doesn't
have his masturbation papers in order. . .

. . .get them signed by tomorrow
or he ain't going.

-I got mine already.
-Oh, yeah. I'm square.

Wait. Why am I just hearing about this?

I don't have to repeat everything
twice for you.

No, I didn't hear nothing
about no masturbating papers.

Heard they were running short.

You know, nobody tells me nothing.
That's real nice, guys.

All right, get over to the officer in charge
of records. Maybe he's got more.

-Leave your smokes. I'll play for you.
-Thanks, Mike.

Listen, he calls you an idiot,
you take it like a man, okay?

Just do not leave without signing them.

-I appreciate it, sergeant.
-You got it.

What the hell happened
to your hair, Rene?

Look like a goddamn corpse.

Three points of contact on that rope
at all times.

Next four. Over the side.

Let's go. Keep moving.

Next four, over the side.

Keep your eye on the guy below you.
That's all you gotta look at.

Watch me, Doc, just watch me.

Keep three points of contact
on the rope at all times.

You see? No big thing.

Just one step at a time and keep
your hands on the vertical rope.

Once you're in the boat, move away.

Make sure you keep three points
of contact on the rope.

-I got him !
-All right, get that man out of the water.

Give me a hand.

-Don't worry about him, Doc.
-All right, quit skylarking ! Keep moving.

He'll be fine.

Our target, Island X. . .

. . . is an ugly, smelly, dirty little scab
of rock called Iwo Jima.

It means Sulfur Island,
which accounts for the smell.

Looks sort of like a burnt pork chop,
you ask me.

After 20 straight days of bombing
you won't find a blade of grass. . .

. . .or a twig on it. It wasn't that pretty
to start with.

Captain?

Iwo's just five and a half miles long,
two and a half wide.

There's a lump down at the bottom.
That's Mount Suribachi.

On the maps in front of you
the island is white.

Not much of it.

The black dots represent
known enemy emplacements.

Coastal defense guns, dual-mount dual-
purpose guns, covered artillery.

Rifle pits, foxholes, antitank guns. . .

. . . machine guns, blockhouses, pillboxes,
and earth-covered structures.

I don't see any barracks
or any other structures.

That's right.

And we still don't know why.

Now, this isn't just any island to them.

This isn't Tarawa, Guam,
Tinian, or Saipan.

This is Japanese soil, sacred ground.

Twelve thousand Japanese defenders
in eight square miles.

They will not leave politely, gentlemen.

It's up to us to convince them.

The 28th will land here at Green Beach.

The 8th Ammo Company
will land here to resupply.

The Suribachi's guns are the problem.
They can hit any point on the island.

We're sitting ducks until
we take them out. That's our job.

We cut across the island at the base,
slit its throat, lop off its head.

And we take that mountain. We take
that mountain, we take their big guns.

We take their eyes.

Okay, l'm heading in.
Follow me.

Let's put a good show on
for the Marines.

Close it up. Take it right down
to the deck.

Yeah, boys!

Man overboard portside!

See him?

-Throw me a line!
-He's right there.

-Where is he?
-Watch out, watch out, watch out.

Hawaii's that way!

Just keep paddling, Mac,
we'll catch you on the way back!

Hold on, they're gonna lower a raft!

They're not gonna stop.

What?

None of them are. They can't.

So much for "no man left behind."

-Sir.
-Come on in.

Look, I've had to make a few
other changes. I'm promoting you. . .

. . .to platoon sergeant.

-Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.
-You bet.

Trouble is, I already told my men
I'd see them through this.

That your James Cagney impersonation?
Because I've heard better.

Well, I'll keep practicing, then.

This isn't your first time.
You don't need to prove anything.

No, sir.

You're not the best sergeant, you're just
the best one that's still walking.

-Block's a good man.
-Yes, sir, he is.

The men know him, he can step right in.

You know, I have actually
thought this through.

Platoon sergeant puts you further away
from the bullets.

I already gave them my word, sir.

I told them I'd bring them all home.

Which means I already lied
to half of them. Can't lie to the rest.

How are your men?

They'll do fine.

Except maybe Gagnon.

Our own Tyrone Power?

Yes, sir. He's a good man, just. . .

. . . might be better use further back
from the lines.

I'll use him as a runner.

All right. Thank you, sir.

Now get out of here.

Hear the good news, Doc?
We're going in with the first waves.

Hey, you do that again
I'll take your head off!

Fucking dominoes.

Iggy, have you ever heard news
you considered to be bad?

The first ones off the ship, Doc.

We don't go over the side of the ship.

We hop on a tractor,
they drive us right there.

Oh, shit, that is good news.

You see? What did I tell you?

What's going on?

-I'm going up to take a look.
-Let's go.

Let's go topside. Come on !

-I'll go with you.
-Come on, come on !

What the hell?

-Let's go, let's go!
-Right behind you.

Look at that.

We're killing them !
We're killing them, Doc.

I was promised 10 days of shelling.

You're giving me three and saying
that's the best you can do?

I don't give a shit! My men hit that beach
with less than 10. . .

. . .and I'll be taking them home
to their mamas in buckets!

Yeah, I know exactly why.

Because every Navy man
with a scrambled egg on his chest. . .

. . .wants to offload us here
and sail to Japan. . .

. . .so they can be there for the big finish.

Tell their kids they captured the emperor
all by themselves.

Well, you aren't going to Japan unless
we take this piece-of-shit island !

These little pricks are dug in !

Okay. Appreciate that, Jim.
Three days is a fucking beautiful thing.

Sharpen your knife or bayonet?

I'm okay.

-Sharpen your knife or bayonet?
-Jesus, Iggy, leave me alone, all right?

How about you guys? Knife? Bayonet?
Kick in the ass?

How about you, Doc?
Sharpen your knife?

You sharpened it three times already.

Then I better make sure I didn't nick it.

Good man, Doc.

-Hey, Doc.
-Yeah.

When we land, try not to wave
this kit around too much.

They got sharpshooters trained
to look for them.

They know if they
take out a corpsman. . .

. . .another dozen Marines will die
unattended.

Okay, Mike.

Yeah, right there.

-Close the damn door. For God's sake.
-Yeah, like that's gonna help.

That your girlfriend, chief?

Bet she's a pretty damn
good-looking squaw.

Bet you're missing her,
and that little wigwam of yours.

Welcome, all Marines off lwo Jima.

We have a long-time wait--

It's what they do to prisoners. . .

. . .at least the lucky ones.

Jesus.

If I were you, cowpokes, I wouldn't think
about waving a white bandanna.

Poor Marines, so far from home
for no good reason.

Think of your girls back home,
waiting for you.

But a girl cannot stay home
every night...

...so who do you think
they're with tonight?

And will she let him kiss her?
And will he comfort her at your funeral?

This sweet music is to make you
think of your girls back home...

...who are missing you.

This is all for now.
l'll see you tomorrow night.

We're clear!

Get up the berm !

Baker Company, move out!

-Seen Second Platoon?
-I don't see them.

-First squad, move out!
-God, this place reeks.

-Go, go, go!
-Move out!

Go, go, go! Go, go! Go!
Go, go! Drop your packs! Go!

All clear!

Jesus, you needed some exercise?

He got lost. 100 landing craft heading
for one beach and this guy gets lost.

I'm glad we did. Jesus, what a mess.

Any theories why they ain't shooting?

It's getting on my nerves.

Maybe they're all dead.

What do you think, Doc?

-You think they're all dead?
-Keep moving, Easy Company! Let's go!

Mike, take six men and bring that gun
onto the beach.

Second Platoon, let's move out!
Stay down. Come on.

Move! Move!

-Get down !
-Take cover!

Move out!

Go, go! Get up on the beach !
Get up on the berm !

Go, go, go!

Cover fire! Pour it on !

Ray, shift your fire to the right, now!

Corpsman !

I'm gonna sling your arm and then
I'll give you a shot for the pain.

Move, move! Off the beach !
Take cover!

Dig in ! Dig in !

First Platoon ! Move, move!

You got a girl back home, Marine?

We're gonna make sure
she sees you, all right?

Hey, I need pressure on this wound !

-See anything?
-Negative! Pull that fire team up!

Where's the fire coming from?

Where are they?

Look for a flash, shoot at it!

Let's go, let's--

-Move it out!
-Move, move! Let's go!

Twelve o'clock, take out the bunker!

You're over!

Third Squad, forward ! Move!

Where are they, sir?

We got ten o'clock! Ten o'clock,
pillbox! Sergeant!

Sergeant. I think I can clear that out.

All right, you go. Here.

Take these. Check your weapon.

Yeah? Go! Cover!
Cover him !

Cover, cover!

Son of a bitch.

-Let's go! Go!
-Move it out!

Go, go, go!

Down, down, down !

-It's clear.
-Good work.

-I thought you said it was clear!
-It was!

Shit, I guess they're not in there
firing at us then.

Lindberg !

Yeah !

Light it up!

-I'll cover you, Ice!
-Don't cover shit!

There's already enough people shooting.

One bullet and this thing goes up
like a Roman candle.

Go! Shift fire!

-Shift your fire!
-Go, go!

Shift your fire!

Go! Go!

Hit the deck! Stay down !
Wait for support!

Is this a bad battle or what?

-It's a fucking slaughter.
-Get down !

Corpsman !

Christ Jesus!

Get a machine gun team
set up over here now!

Corpsman ! Corpsman !

Thank God ! Tanks! Runner!

Get those tanks up here!

-Oh, shit.
-Man. Get down !

Corporal, watch your left flank!

-Let's go without them !
-Let's go!

-Move out! Move out!
-Let's go!

Let's go, move it. Let's go!

Iggy, you gotta lift your side,
he's gonna roll off.

Got it, Doc!

Incoming !

Corpsman !

-Move, move, move!
-Everybody off the LVT, now!

Give them cover fire!

Corpsman !

Keep moving !

Get that LVT up on the beach !

Keep moving !

You're next, pal,
we're getting you out of here.

Move it!

Great news.

Maybe if you live up on Camp Tarawa,
because that's where we're headed.

Not you and me.

Captain Severance asked who else was in
that picture. Christ if I could remember. . .

. . . but it was Mike and Doc and
Franklin and me and Hank Hansen. . .

. . . but I just remembered,
you were there too.

I wasn't there.

Of course you were.

Neither was Hank. He raised the first flag.
Harlon Block raised that one.

Shit. I told them it was Hank.

If you weren't there,
how'd you know it was Harlon?

-You tell them it was me?
-No. I just remembered.

Good, keep your mouth shut.

They know there was
somebody else, by the picture.

-Pick someone dead.
-They don't want somebody dead. . .

. . .they want to ship us back
to the States.

What did I tell you?

-I wasn't there. You hear?
-All right.

Just settle down.

-I'm not going anywhere.
-You're not going anywhere.

You wounded, son?

No, sir.

Did you take out a nest of Japs
butt-naked with your bare hands?

Because if I'm gonna
give up my seat. . .

. . .to a hero, he better have
a good goddamn story to tell.

No, sir.

Then enjoy it, because they'll forget you
before Christmas.

Sixth man, you got a name?

Sorry, still don't remember.

Damn shame, because I promised
the major you'd know who it was.

Fact, you not knowing throws a doubt on
you being one of the flag-raisers yourself.

Since no one wants to be embarrassed,
the moment you land. . .

. . .they'll turn around, ship you to Okinawa
to meet your buddies on the beach.

So why don't you stop
screwing with me?

Give me a damn name.

Gangway!
Gangway! Let's go, let's go! Gangway!

Where the hell is that son of a bitch?
Hayes! Hayes!

Hayes, get your red ass over here!
Looks like I don't know. . .

. . .what my men are doing with a flag
the size of my mother's house?

Damn it, you shouldn't have lied to me.
Made me look like a complete asshole.

We're gonna miss you around here.
Good luck.

Now your name's in the paper too.

Just heard your doctor
say we're postponing your operation.

You're being shipped back
to the mainland.

Everybody who saw that picture
thought planting the flag meant victory.

That's all they wanted to know.
Victory.

Within a few weeks of that picture
being taken, half the men in it were dead.

Mrs. Hansen. Mrs. Hansen.
Did you know Hank was a hero?

-Are you proud of him?
-What was he like as a boy?

-Look this way, please, ma'am.
-What do you have to say about your son?

But, somehow,
being a part of it meant something.

Looking at it, you could believe
their sacrifice was not a waste.

Yeah, I might have thought
that was Harlon too.

It is.

Belle, their names are right here.

It's not him.

And he would be alive
and sitting right here if it wasn't for you.

You think about that
when you look at his picture, Ed.

And I need to rush home and change
because there's the governor's banquet. . .

. . .and then there's the parade.

Imagine, the governor
is coming here to meet us.

Now, I'm wearing blue so--

We interrupt this program to bring you a
news bulletin from CBS World News.

A press association has just announced
that President Roosevelt is dead.

The president died
of a cerebral hemorrhage.

All we know so far is that the president
died at Warm Springs in Georgia.

Further updates every hour.

Temperatures will remain
the same today...

. . .in the mid-30s to low-40s
with clear skies.

Hello?

Yes. Of course.

No, we understand.
It wouldn't be right.

Thank you.

Here he is, gentlemen.
Senator Boyd, Senator Robson.

Senator Haddigan, I'd like you to meet
Private First Class Ira Hayes.

Damn good to meet you.

Proud to make your acquaintance, son.

Sorry?

That's Pima Indian talk,
don't you know your own language?

Took forever to memorize
the damn gibberish.

Sorry, I've been away
from the reservation too long, senator.

-Doc.
-Ira.

And now, the heroes of lwo Jima!

-That's you.
-Go, go, go.

Please welcome. . . .

Yeah. Yeah.

Holy shit.

Come in, come in, come in.
Bud Gurber, Treasury Department.

-Rene Gagnon.
-Bud Gurber.

-Showing the boys the sights?
-Saw a hell of a ball game.

That's great.
The bar's there, help yourself.

I got some briefing sheets for you,
some simple things we want you to say.

Mostly "Buy bonds."
Can't say that too often.

Itineraries, those'll change every minute.
Everybody wants to meet you guys.

I got women sending up envelopes
with stockings in them. . .

. . . notes written in lipstick.

We won't mention that to the press.

Have a drink, for chrissake.

My God, what you boys
must've seen over there.

I've been watching the newsreels.
Jesus Christ, that was a fight and a half.

So. . .

. . .we got a hell of a lot of money
to raise, not much time.

White House tomorrow,
then you shake hands. . .

. . .with a few hundred congressmen
who won't pull out a penny.

Politicians and actors.

Put them in a restaurant,
they'd die before paying the check.

Then New York City, Times Square. . .

. . .dinners with various hoi polloi,
then Chicago.

Who are these "Gold Star Mothers"?

That's what we're calling the mothers
of the dead flag-raisers.

You present each mother with a flag,
they say a few words. . .

. . . people will shit money.
It'll be so moving.

But this says Hank Hansen's mom.

Lovely woman. She knows how close
you and her son were.

He wrote home about you. She is very
much looking forward to meeting you.

Hank wasn't in the picture.

Sorry?

Hank didn't raise that flag.

He raised the other one, the real flag.

The what? The real flag?
There's a real flag?

Ours was the replacement flag. We put
it up when they took the other one down.

Am I the only one getting
a headache here? You know about this?

It was after it was already in the papers.
The mothers had already been told, Bud.

That's beautiful.
Yeah, that's beautiful.

Why tell me? I'm only the guy that
has to explain it to 150 million Americans.

Who's in the goddamn picture? Are any
of you guys in the goddamn picture?

Yeah, we're in the goddamn picture.

Six guys raising a flag over Iwo Jima.
Victory is ours.

-You're three of them?
-This was the fifth day.

The battle went on for 35 more.

What'd you do, raise a damn flag
every time you stopped for lunch?

Can I hit this guy?

I don't give a shit, you raised the flag,
that's the story we're selling, boys.

Are you deaf? Hank isn't in the picture.
Harlon is in the picture.

Well, who the fuck is Harlon?

Harlon Block. That's whose mother
should be here if anyone's should be.

You know, I think this whole damn thing
is a farce, if you ask me.

You know what they're calling
this bond drive? The Mighty Seventh.

They might've called it the "We're Flat
Broke so We're Begging for Pennies". . .

. . . bond drive, but it didn't have
the ring. They could've called it that. . .

. . . because the last bond drives came
so short we printed money instead.

Ask any smart boy on Wall Street. . .

. . .our dollar is next to worthless,
we borrowed so much.

And nobody is lending any more.
Ships aren't being built.

Tanks aren't being built. Machine guns,
bazookas, hand grenades, zip.

You think this is a farce?
You want to go back to your buddies?

Stuff some rocks in your pockets. . .

. . . because that's all we got
to throw at the Japanese.

And don't be surprised
if your plane doesn't make it. . .

. . . because the fuel dumps are empty.

And our good friends the Arabs
are only taking bullion.

If we don't raise 14 billion dollars--
And that's million with a "B."

--this war is over
by the end of the month.

We give the Japanese
whatever they want and we come home.

You've seen them fight,
and they sure as shit ain't giving up.

Fourteen billion. The last three drives
didn't make that much altogether.

People on the street corners, they looked
at this picture and they took hope.

Don't ask me why, I think it's crappy,
myself. You can't even see your faces.

But it said, "We can win this war,
are winning this war. . .

. . .we just need you to
dig a little deeper."

They wanna give us that money.
No, they want to give it to you.

But you don't want to ask for it,
give them hope.

You want to explain
about this person and that flag.

Well, that's your choice.

Because if we admit we made a mistake,
that's all anybody'll talk about. . .

. . .and that will be that.

Gentlemen.

Mr. President, here they are.

-Well, hello. Good to see you.
-Mr. President.

Darn good to see you, boys.

Heard you had a hell of a fight
on your hands out there, hell of a fight.

Ira, you're off the Gila River Reservation
in Arizona, am I right?

Yes, Mr. President.

Being an Indian,
you are a truer American than any of us.

Bet your people are proud
you're in that uniform.

Very proud, sir.

They should be.
Thank you for coming all this way. . .

. . .to Washington to help us out.
You fought for a mountain in the Pacific. . .

. . . now we need you to fight
for a mountain of cash.

-I don't expect you'll let us down.
-No, sir.

-No, sir.
-Good. Then go get it.

That's the end of this ceremony.

Let's take a look at this famous photo
over here, see if I can pick you out.

My gosh. There you are.

Boys. Boys, this one's on me.

-To those who can't be with us.
-Yes, sir.

Excuse me, Mr. Gagnon.
May we have your autograph?

I suppose.

And your name is?

I get the impression I'm drinking
with the wrong heroes.

You're such a hero.
I feel honored to be in your presence.

That's just not true.

That's professional work.
Here, to professionals.

Here they are.
You're the guys in the photograph, right?

I heard you were on the train.
Let me shake your hands. John Tennack.

John Bradley.

These boys, Harvard and Yale types,
didn't fight.

Pappies all rich sons of bitches. Boys,
shake hands with some real war heroes.

Excuse me for one moment.

Buy them a drink while you're at it.

Drinks for these men all the way around.

And you're the other one,
John Tennack, Tennack Homes.

-Rene Gagnon.
-Pleased to meet you. Have a drink.

And here's my card.
Listen to me, Rene.

When you get finished being famous,
you come see me. . .

. . . because if you can sell bonds,
you can sell homes.

Now, they're not gonna build homes
anymore, they're gonna deliver them.

-Heard of prefab homes?
-No, sir.

You will. And you hang on to that card
and you come see me, you hear?

-All right?
-Certainly will.

All right.

It's all right.

This sure takes it, huh, Doc?

If Mike and the guys could see us.

Yeah, they'd hardly believe it,
would they?

Harlon !

Franklin !

Can you imagine Franklin. . .

. . .on this train. . .

. . .eating at the dining car
with all the silver?

We shouldn't be here, Doc.

Ira! Hey, Ira.
We heard the picture was posed.

-What?
-We heard you posed the picture!

Hey, Doc.

We're bigger than life, Doc.

-Hey, good job.
-Thank you.

Thank you, girls. And now. . .

. . . here are the men
you've been waiting to meet. . .

. . .the men in white.

Right behind me, here,
the heroes of Iwo Jima:

Private First Class Rene Gagnon. . .

. . . Private First Class Ira Hayes. . .

. . .and Navy Corpsman
John "Doc" Bradley!

Thank you.

It's good of you to come out tonight
in support of the war effort.

We really need you to buy bonds,
that's for sure.

Because we can't win the war
without your help.

As far as us
being the heroes of Iwo Jima. . .

. . .that's just not the case.

We really didn't do much at all.

Especially him.

Especially me.

I was just a runner. That's it.

We put up a flag.

The pole we attached it to was heavy,
so it took a number of us.

We had our picture taken doing it.

The real heroes are dead on that island.

We'd appreciate it if you bought bonds
in honor of them. Thank you.

Jump on any grenades, Ira?

Take out any machine gun nests
I missed?

-At least I fired my weapon.
-All right, knock it off.

You hit anything
or were you too drunk then too?

Hey, hey, hey. Guys! Come on.

Stop it. Knock it off.

Sit between these two boys.

--for us and they need our help.

And if you think about it,
I think you'll realize. . .

. . .that buying more bonds
is not just the right thing to do. . .

. . . but the only thing to do.

Yes, this war has gone on too long.

We have given too many lives.
And its cost--

-Chocolate or strawberry, sir?
-Strawberry.

--has been far too high.
But if we waver now. . .

. . . if we don't dig deep
and give more than we think we can. . .

. . .then those sacrifices
would be wasted. . .

-Chocolate or strawberry, sir?
-. . .and those lives lost in vain.

Move! Go, go!

Corpsman !

Easy Six, this is Easy Two, over.
Where the hell are our tanks?

Stuck in the sand.
Captain says go without them.

Christ.

Real good work you're doing there,
Rene.

Prepare to move out. Pass the word.

-Prepare to move out!
-Second Platoon !

-Move! Move!
-All right, Second Platoon, on your feet!

-Let's move out!
-Jackass.

-Let's move out!
-Go, go, go!

Move, go, go, move, move!

Corpsman !

Doc!

Doc, get out of there!

Corpsman !

Doc!

Doc, get the hell out of there!

May I have your attention, please?

Train number 48,
with service from New York City...

...Boston, Rochester, New York...

...Toledo, Ohio, South Bend, lndiana...

...is now arriving on Track 7.

Train number 48,
now arriving on Track number 7.

Okay, let's go. Let's go.

-Come on, let's go.
-Boys.

-Watch your step, now.
-Thank you very much.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

-Watch your step.
-Let me help you, ma'am.

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I present the heroes of Iwo Jima.

Navy Corpsman John "Doc" Bradley.

-Private First Class Ira Hayes.
-Excuse me, let me through, please.

And Private First Class Rene Gagnon.

Rene! That's my boyfriend !

-Who the hell is that?
-I don't know.

-Rene, is that your girl?
-Hey, what do they call you?

Hey, look at that!

What's your name, doll?
What's your name?

Hey, she's a beauty.

Let's go find a saloon.

Smile, boys.
Give them their money's worth.

Hey, Doc, how's the tour going for you?

Where exactly are you staying?

-Oh, I'm not sure yet.
-Just forget about that.

-Who's the dreamboat?
-Hey, Rene, a big smile.

Come on, one more shot.

Senator, I'd like you to meet
Corpsman John Bradley.

-Doc, right?
-Yes, sir.

Good to meet you. Now, we
appreciate everything you've done. . .

-. . .and everything you're doing.
-Thank you, sir.

This is Captain White.

-Colonel Johns.
-We're proud of you, corpsman.

And then Colonel McCourtney.

-Major General Green.
-Nice to meet you.

Senator,
this is Private First Class Ira Hayes.

Of course.

Now, I hear you used a tomahawk
on those Japs, is that true, chief?

No, sir.

Well, tell them you did.
Makes a better story, huh?

-Attaboy.
-This is Captain Green.

John?

Madeline Evelley.
I recognize you from all the photographs.

I'm Hank's mom.

It's so nice to meet you, ma'am.
Hank was always talking about you.

-This is PFC Rene Gagnon.
-Pleasure to meet you, son.

-Thank you, sir.
-Thanks for everything.

-My pleasure.
-Not at all.

Ira, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Strank,
Mike's mom.

It's all right.

When I got the telegram, I. . . .

I don't know
what I'm trying to say here.

Knowing he was with you that day
and seeing him in that photograph. . .

. . . I don't know why it makes me
feel better, but it does.

-It's so silly, isn't it?
-No, it's not.

How are you, son?
Thank you very much.

We're the largest
furniture wholesaler in Illinois.

-Thank you. Excuse me.
-I'll make sure he calls.

-Well, thank you. Thank you.
-Thank you.

Are you Rene?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm Franklin's mother.

It's an honor to meet you, ma'am.

I'm Pauline, Rene's girlfriend.

Would you mind?

Paper said that's Hank. . .

. . .and I honestly can't tell.

It's horrible of a mother
not to know her own son, isn't it?

But that's him, isn't it?

Well, to be honest, ma'am,
it happened so quick. . .

. . .and with everything that was going on
it's hard to remember who was where.

But. . .

. . .yeah, I think that's where he was.

That's Hank.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Excuse us.

Take him outside.

I'm Pauline. Nice to meet you.

He was the best Marine I ever knew.

Thank you.

-You okay, chief?
-Christ.

-I'm okay.
-Yeah, you look it.

You're gonna screw this up, aren't you?

You're gonna screw it up for all of us.

I've got him.

Get some sleep, Ira.

-Mike?
-Yeah?

-Do you see this?
-What?

-Mike?
-Oh, shit, go!

He's killing me!

Hey, Doc, you think they got them all?

-What?
-Well, they're not shooting at us.

Maybe we killed them all
or they ran off in the night.

Or they're waiting for us
to start climbing.

Third Platoon !
Grab your gear, we're going up the hill.

-Just us?
-Yeah, just us, Igg.

All right, Third Platoon, move!

I tag along?

You can lead the way, if you want.
Get a good shot of my face.

It's your ass I'm gonna make famous,
Hank.

Hey, that'll work for me too.

Lieutenant,
if you make it to the top, put this up.

Yes, sir.

Don't worry, Iggy.
They never shoot at the first patrol.

-They don't?
-No.

They want us to go up,
signal that it's okay. . .

. . .then shoot everybody else
as they come up the mountain.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Unless, of course, they want to make an
example of us and discourage the others.

I think you're full of crap,
you know that, Hank?

Really?

Jesus.

Thank God that ain't us.

Told you.

Boots, spread them out
and put them on a line.

Set up a perimeter! First Squad !

-Hank? Find me a pole.
-Yeah.

Right here.

Let's put this flag up.

Watch it.

Right over here.

Here, here. That's good.
Right here, right here.

Got that end? Hold that steady.

Lindberg.

-Hey, who's got rope?
-Right here.

-Give me something-- Yeah, good.
-That work?

Do it, fellas.

Keep it coming.

USMC! USMC!

-Shit, look!
-Look at that!

Yeah !

Yeah ! Yeah !

Jeez, look at that.

Get down ! Take cover!

Cover with that .30!

-Watch it! Twenty yards down, Hank!
-You see them?

-I got about 20 yards, left side.
-Lindberg, get the flamethrower!

Boots, you see them?
Cover right!

-About 20 yards down ! Duck one!
-You see them?

Keep the cover on !

Second Squad, you see them?
Get me some grenades!

I see them !

-You see them?
-Right flank, over to the right!

Cover me, I'm going down !

Careful, Iggy. Easy.

All clear!

Okay, guys, who wants to be famous?

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

-Goddamn it. Strank!
-Sir?

They want a phone line run up
to the top of the mountain.

Let me guess, they picked us.

Second Platoon, let's go.
Get some exercise.

Let's go. Get off your ass.

Oh, shit!

Hope it still works,
because you're not getting mine.

-Get Forrestal !
-All right.

I don't know whose idea it was,
Mr. Secretary.

Well, it was goddamned brilliant.

I want that flag, Holland.
Mark my words. . .

. . . raising that son of a bitch means
a Marine Corps for the next 500 years.

I want that flag.

Yes, sir. I'll make sure no one touches it.
You can count on me.

Fuck that. That flag belongs
to the men in this battalion.

That son of a bitch thinks
our men died taking this ground. . .

. . .so we could hand our flag
to some politician to pin to his wall?

He's out of his goddamn mind !

Get me that flag
and find another one to replace it.

You've gotta be shitting me. Gagnon !

Get your ass over here.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-Hey, fellas.
-How you doing?

Missed a beautiful shot, Joe.

It's that kind of day.

-Hey, Mike.
-Hell of a view, lieutenant.

Lieutenant!

Captain says he wants that flag.

-He wants this flag?
-Yes, sir.

-We just put the damn thing up.
-Yes, sir.

Some kind of flag shortage?

He wants you to put this one up instead.

Hey, Mike.

-Do me a favor. Put this up, will you?
-Yes, sir.

All right, let's find a pole.

Take the flag down, boys.
Captain's orders.

You heard him, let's do it.

-There you go.
-Lordy, she's a heavy one.

All right, hang on. Put this on.

One hell of a view.

Good view from up here.
Yes, I'd say so myself.

All right.

-Not in your way here, am I, Joe?
-No, I'm fine, thanks.

Hey, Doc,
you wanna give us a hand here?

Oh, Jesus, Bill, here she goes.

Ready? Ready?

Let's go.

Did you get it?

I don't know.
I wish I could've seen their faces.

Nobody even noticed
that second flag going up.

Everybody saw that damn picture
and made up their own story about it.

But your dad and the others knew what
they had done and what they had not.

All your friends dying. . .

. . . it's hard enough to be called a hero
for saving somebody's life.

But for putting up a pole?

You gotta be kidding.

Hey! It took a lot of talented folks
a long time to make that thing.

Wait till tonight, when it's lit properly,
there's thousands of cheering people.

It's gonna look a lot better.

So stadium lights come down,
spotlight comes up, you get your cue.

Charge up this thing with the flag,
plant it at the top.

You smile, you wave. You know the drill.

You want us to plant the flag on
a pile of papier-mâché.

Hey, that's show biz.

And try and stand how you stood
the first time you planted it.

You know, pretend
the other three guys are with you.

The dead guys.

Yeah, yeah.

-Okay, not a problem.
-Good.

But where do we imagine
Hank is standing?

Sorry?

Seeing that he wasn't there, it'll be kind
of hard for us to leave a space for him.

I think you know exactly where he was.
You pointed him out to his mother.

This is bullshit.

I planted that damn thing once
and I'm not doing it again.

-Hayes.
-For chrissake.

Hayes. Hayes, get your ass back here
or you're going on report.

Hayes!

You wanna do your damn job?

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Come on ! Come on !

He's with me! Hey, he's with me!

-Back off!
-Sir, he's with me, okay? He's with me.

Ira, put the goddamn chair down !

-Put the chair down, son !
-Put the chair down, Ira!

Tell them drop their sticks!

They're cops.
They're supposed to have nightsticks.

You're not supposed to be
swinging a chair.

-Calm down, son.
-Sir, turn around, please.

That poster right there?
The one on the end, that's him.

-That's him?
-Yes, sir. Do you read the papers?

Oh, Christ.

We got another fucking hero.
Get him out of here.

-Can you do that?
-Yes, sir.

Put the goddamn chair down.
And let's go.

Did you start this?

He didn't serve me!

I don't make the rules.
We don't serve Indians.

He needs to go sleep it off.

Soldier Field.

You hear that?

What the hell is that?

I can't figure it out.

Keep an eye out.

Hey, it sounds like
it's coming from up there.

They're using grenades.

They're killing themselves.

Ira, let's go. Come on.

Let's go, Ira. Come on.

Thank God. Jesus. Look at you, chief.

You found him.

Holy shit.
You would have to pick today.

Vandegrift is here with
enough brass to start a fucking band.

-Come on, let's go. Can you walk?
-Yes, sir.

By yourself? All right, look.
I don't care if you have to carry him.

Get him to the top, plant that flag,
and don't fucking fall off.

Get him in his stuff. I'll stall these guys
for as long as I can. Hurry up.

Jesus Christ.

And now the heroes of lwo Jima!

Cover!

Harlon !

Harlon !
Get your fire team up in that position !

O'Hare!

First Fire Team !

Work around !

B.A. R. , you, other side of the ridge!

Covering fire, boys. Go, go, go!

Jackson, work your team around
to the left!

Cover!

Left flank! Left flank!

Franklin, Gus, go check it out!

Hustle up, boys!

-We got them !
-Clear!

One hell of an experience.

Move out!

Cease fire! They're my men !
You're targeting our men !

You're targeting our--

Get me another radio!

Sergeant? Sergeant!

Mike! Mike, Mike, Mike!

Mike? Mike!

Here.

Hey, where's Doc?

Corpsman !

Oh, shit.

How's his breathing?
Harlon, move, buddy.

Hey, Mike.
Mike, Mike, can you hear us?

It's okay. It's okay.

Come on, Mike.

Mike? Mike, can you hear us?

Oh, Jesus.

All right, let's go!

Move out!

We need a hand over here.

I'm gonna get a stretcher.

Let's take him down,
move him off the beach.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the heroes of lwo Jima!

Corpsman!

Hank! Hank!

Doc, they killed me.

Harlon !

Doc. . .

. . .they killed me.

Come on, Harlon.
Harlon, stay with me.

Franklin !

-Franklin.
-I'm fine, Ira.

Corpsman!

-Where'd he go?
-Who?

The guy who was right here, Ignatowski.
Where did he go?

-I think you jumped in the wrong hole.
-I didn't.

He was right here.
Now, where the hell is he?

Iggy! Iggy!

Shut up. You want every Jap
on the island shooting at us?

Iggy!

Does it open?

Iggy!

Iggy!

Iggy, are you down there?

Iggy!

Can't tell who it is, but he's one of ours.

I had to go outside to throw up.

Look what they did
to the poor son of a bitch.

You okay, chief?

Just let it go.

If that doesn't pry open their wallets,
nothing will.

Jesus Christ, he's drunk.

Goddamn Indians.

Come on, chief. Let's get you home.

That's not what I hear.
I called around, I'm not stupid.

He's been drunk since he started this
damn tour, making a spectacle of himself.

Just about choked that poor woman
at the reception, blubbering.

Jesus Christ, you're supposed to be
watching these men.

-Yes, sir.
-He's making us look like regular asses.

With all due respect,
he never wanted to come on this trip.

Had to pull him, kicking, screaming, off
that boat. He wants to be with his unit.

What unit? They're all fucking dead.

This is how he honors those men,
by drinking and throwing up and. . .?

You know what? He wants it?
Great, we'll send him back.

Get him packed and on a train today.
He's an embarrassment to the uniform.

Yes, sir.

I'll do it.

Yeah, no, that's, that's good.
That's what I want.

I know it's a good thing. . .

. . . raising the money and that,
because we need it.

But I can't take them calling me a hero.

All I did was try not to get shot.

Some of the things I saw done,
things I did. . .

. . .they weren't things to be proud of,
you know?

Mike.

Mike was a hero.

You ever meet him?

No.

Best Marine I ever met.

You know, chief, I think
if Mike was sitting here instead of you. . .

. . . he'd be saying the same thing
about himself. . .

. . . not being a hero.

Maybe.

He was a good guy.

But I think that he would
be ashamed of me. . .

. . .seeing me the way I am.

Think I could see my ma
before they ship me off?

Think they'd do that? See my ma?

I'm sorry, Ira.

We got stories now to tell our kids,
I guess.

Keep your head down.

All aboard.

Good luck, chief.

Think I saw him once after that.

It was maybe six or seven years
after the war.

I was working as a salesman,
doing a lot of driving.

I was driving west across Texas.

I was trying to get where
I was going so I could get home.

And I saw this guy hitchhiking
on the side of the road.

And for a second,
l thought it might've been him.

l'll always regret that I didn't stop,
but I was in a hurry.

And he was an Indian.

We always told the press Ira insisted that
he was going back to fight with his unit. . .

. . .which was at least partially true. . .

. . . but that isn't what got the headlines.

We're engaged.

Excuse me a minute, darling.

-Hey, Doc?
-Yeah?

Got a minute?

-Yeah.
-I'll see you at the car.

-You hear I'm getting married?
-I did, Rene. That's great.

Yeah, it's something she wants.
She waited for me all this time.

She's not used to all this,
but she's a good girl.

I'm sure you'll be very happy.

So I was wondering if
you'd be my best man.

Me?

Don't you have somebody at home,
a buddy you'd rather ask?

Well, I didn't really make many.

The ones who didn't go, it's,
well, it's hard to even talk to them.

-You know.
-Yeah, I know.

I'd be proud to.

Thank you.

I better go drag her away from them. . .

. . . before she announces I'm gonna be
president of General Motors or something.

All right.

-Congratulations, honey.
-Thank you so much. Thank you.

Rene, you're a lucky man.

-Here they are now.
-Here they come.

Grab a shot of them on the steps.

-Big smile, Mrs. Gagnon !
-Say cheese.

l couldn't complain,
because the press loved them...

...so they wrote more articles
and people bought more bonds.

The tour went on with just
Rene and your dad.

And the true heroes are the men. . .

. . .who didn't make it home
from Iwo Jima. . .

. . .the men who died at Iwo Jima
and in other campaigns.

We ask that you honor
the memory of those men. . .

. . . by buying the war bonds
and helping us to win this war.

Thank you.

City after city, I thought the damn thing
would never end.

And this rumor kept going around
that the photograph had been staged.

Your dad said he wished he'd known
he was having his picture taken...

. . .because he would've ducked
the hell out of it.

Was this your idea? Whose idea was it?
Who wanted to stage the thing?

Was there truth to the rumor
that that picture was staged, Doc?

-Come on ! Doc?
-Can you answer that?

I remember when your dad got shot.
All hell was busting loose.

People back home saw that picture. . .

. . .and thought it was over
when we took Suribachi.

We wished.

Anyways, we're pinned down.
Mortars, shells, machine guns.

Fire coming from every which direction,
right?

And we hear somebody call,
"Corpsman down."

Corpsman down !

Blood was spurting out of his throat
and Doc was doing everything he could.

And the corpsman looks up at him...

...and he knows what this means,
shot in the neck.

He knows he's dying, you can see that.

But still, in his eyes...

...he's pleading with Doc to save his life.

And Doc can't.

-You okay, Doc?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

-Yeah, you look fine.
-I'm okay.

Keep down, all right?
I'm gonna go get a stretcher.

Okay.

Corpsman.

Corpsman !

For God's sake, corpsman.

Corpsman?

Corpsman.

Incoming !

Let me see.

It's not that bad, you're gonna be okay.
All right?

Just stay with me. Look at me.

Took us a half-hour to find your dad.
He could've bled to death.

Coming down.

We got a chest wound.
Put pressure on it.

Thanks.

Vets will tell you about being hit
but not wanting to leave their buddies.

Usually, they're lying.

You'll take any excuse
to get out of there.

But it happens.

You get the feeling
you're letting them down.

I could see that in your dad's face.

Oh, he wanted to go.

He'd seen enough.

But he didn't want to leave us.

Now, he was a hell of a good man,
your dad.

Yeah.

While we were sitting there
on the beach. . .

...we heard this great roar.

And we looked up....

That was the first of
thousands of landings on lwo.

-Look at that.
-Yeah.

How about that.

I'm gonna head back, all right?

Good luck.

That island saved a lot of lives.

A lot of lives.

l don't know what else to tell you.

After the bond tour,
my dad finally got his operation.

By the time he got home,
the war was over.

First thing he did
was ask my mom to marry him.

lra tried to get on with his life
and put it all behind him.

Like to thank you
for having me here today.

It's an honor to be in front
of such a strong people.

Because of the war. . .

. . .white men will understand Indians
a lot better.

And it's going to be a better world.

But life had other plans for him.

You're-- You're him, aren't you?

You're the hero, right?

Great. All right, kids,
go get your picture taken.

Oh, that's great. That's great.

All right, now say cheese.

-Cheese.
-Cheese.

That's great. Okay.
Hey, thanks a lot. Thanks.

-Come on.
-That's a hero, kids.

Hey, hero, lift this basket, will you?

It's too heavy for me.

Rene tried to take advantage of those
offers he'd received on the bond tour.

Yes, G-A-G-N-O-N.

Right. Pronounced "Rene."

Rene, yes.

l actually called last week.

Yes. Okay, yes. Mr. Gagnon.

I gave Mr. Tennack your message.

I'm sure he'll call you.

Okay.

All right. . .

. . .thank you.

But he was yesterday's hero.

He even applied for a job
at the local police station.

They said he wasn't qualified.

After working the factory with Pauline
he tried a few things...

...but spent the rest of his life
as a janitor.

But lra. . . .

Ira. You got a visitor.

lra always made the news.

l could never find out why he did it,
but one day lra just took off.

He walked and hitched
over 1300 miles. . .

. . .from Arizona to Texas.

He found Harlon Block's father
working his field.

His wife, Belle, had left him soon after
they discovered Harlon died.

She never forgave him
for letting her son go off to war.

And lra told him the truth.

That it had been his son
who raised the flag with them...

...his son in the photograph.

And then he just turned
and walked away.

Though the flag-raising
meant nothing to him...

. . .he somehow knew
it would mean everything to them.

Thanks for calling.

Just as Belle knew all along.

The press soon found out...

. . .and called Hank's mom with the news
that it wasn't her son after all.

The last time they all saw each other...

...was at the unveiling of
the Marine Corps War Memorial.

And even though he'd planted
the first flag above lwo Jima...

. . .Hank's mother and father
weren't invited.

Ira.

It's good to see you, Ira.

Hell of a statue.

lt wasn't long after that
that they found lra.

The papers said he died of exposure.

There was no autopsy.

lt was about that same time my father
got in his car early one morning...

...telling my mom
he had something to do.

He drove to a town on the other side
of Wisconsin, where lggy's mom lived.

Ever since she heard the news
about her son. . .

...she'd been trying to find out how
he died, and no one would tell her.

l never found out what he told her. . .

...but I can pretty much guarantee
it wasn't the truth.

My mother would ask him
what was troubling him.

He would never say.

And every year,
as it got close to Memorial Day...

...the reporters would start calling,
asking to interview my father.

No, I'm sorry, he's fishing in Canada.

We were always instructed
to say the same thing.

Okay.

Thanks.

When Mr. McCandless retired...

...my father bought the funeral home
where he'd worked since coming home.

He spent the rest of his life
running the business and raising his family.

He never spoke about the war
or about the flag-raising.

Never told us anything.

The first time I heard
any of these stories was after he died.

Where is he?

Oh, God.

He's not here, Dad.

He died.

Who? Who died?

Iggy.

Iggy.

Christ, poor Iggy.

I hadn't thought of him for years.

How do you know about Iggy?

You were calling for him.

When you collapsed.

I wasn't looking for Iggy.

I was looking for you.

I wanted to. . . .

I wanted to tell you, I'm--
I'm sorry I wasn't a better father.

Talked to you more.

I just. . . .

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

You were the best father
a man could have.

Did I ever tell you
they took us swimming?

No, Dad.

After we planted the flag,
we came down off the mountain. . .

. . .and they let us swim.

It was the funniest thing.

All this fighting and--

And we were jumping around
in the water like kids.

That's the way I remember Iggy now.

l finally came to the conclusion
that maybe he was right.

Maybe there's no such thing as heroes.

Maybe there are just people like my dad.

l finally came to understand why they
were so uncomfortable. . .

...being called heroes.

Heroes are something we create,
something we need.

lt's a way for us to understand
what is almost incomprehensible...

...how people could sacrifice
so much for us.

But for my dad and these men. . .

...the risks they took,
the wounds they suffered...

...they did that for their buddies.

They may have fought for their country,
but they died for their friends.

For the man in front,
for the man beside them.

And if we wish to truly
honor these men. . .

. . .we should remember them
the way they really were...

...the way my dad remembered them.

Come on, Doc!