Ira Hamilton Hayes (January 12, 1923 – January 24, 1955) was a Pima Native American and an American Marine who was one of the six men immortalized in the iconic photograph of the flag raising on Iwo Jima during World War II. Hayes was an enrolled member of the Gila River Indian Community in Sacaton, Arizona, and enlisted in the Marine Forces Reserve on August 24, 1942. He trained as a Paramarine and saw action in the Pacific Theatre of World War II. On February 19, 1945, Hayes participated in the landing at Iwo Jima and fought in the subsequent battle for the island. On February 23, Hayes, together with fellow Marines Rene Gagnon, Harlon Block, Franklin Sousley, and Mike Strank, and Navy Corpsman John Bradley, raised the American flag over Mount Suribachi, an event photographed by Joe Rosenthal.
As a result of Rosenthal's photograph, Hayes and the others became national heroes in the United States. He was instrumental in confirming the identity of one of his fellow Marines in the photograph, Harlon Block. Hayes was never comfortable with his new-found fame, however, and after his honorable discharge from the Marine Corps he descended into alcoholism. He died of exposure and alcohol poisoning on January 24, 1955 after a night of drinking, and was buried with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery.
John R. "Johnny" Cash (February 26, 1932 – September 12, 2003), was an American singer-songwriter, actor, and author, who has been called one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century. Although he is primarily remembered as a country music icon, his songs and sound spanned many other genres including rockabilly and rock and roll—especially early in his career—as well as blues, folk, and gospel. This crossover appeal led to Cash being inducted in the Country Music Hall of Fame, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and Gospel Music Hall of Fame.
Cash was known for his deep, distinctive bass-baritone voice; for the "boom-chicka-boom" sound of his Tennessee Three backing band; for his rebelliousness, coupled with an increasingly somber and humble demeanor; for providing free concerts inside prison walls; and for his dark performance clothing, which earned him the nickname "The Man in Black". He traditionally started his concerts by saying, "Hello, I'm Johnny Cash." and usually following it up with his standard "Folsom Prison Blues".
Plot
In 1945, the Marines attack twelve thousand Japaneses protecting the twenty square kilometers of the sacred Iwo Jima island in a very violent battle. When they reach the Mount Suribachi and six soldiers raise their flag on the top, the picture becomes a symbol in a post Great Depression America. The government brings the three survivors to America to raise funds for war, bringing hope to desolate people, and making the three men heroes of the war. However, the traumatized trio has difficulty dealing with the image built by their superiors, sharing the heroism with their mates.
Keywords: 1940s, airplane, alcoholism, ambush, american-flag, american-indian, american-indian-reservation, arizona, arlington-virginia, armada
A Single Shot Can End The War
Every Soldier Stands Beside A Hero
All it takes to win is the right picture.
The real heroes are the ones left on the island.
They fight for their country but they die for their friends.
Heroes are something we create, something we need.
General "Howlin' Mad" Smith: [on the telephone] I was promised ten 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 ten, and I'll be taking them home to their mamas in buckets!... Yeah, I know exactly why. Because every Navy man with 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.
Colonel Chandler Johnson: 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 if you ask me. After twenty 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.
[last lines]::James Bradley: I finally came to the conclusion that he maybe he was right. Maybe there's no such thing as heroes. Maybe there are just people like my dad. I finally came to understand why they were so uncomfortable being called heroes. Heroes are something we create, something we need. It's a way for us to understand what's 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 him, and if we wish to truly honor these men we should remember them the way they really were, the way my dad remembered them.
Franklin Sousley: So, where do you think they're sending us?::Mike Strank: I think it's the desert, Frankllin.::Franklin Sousley: Well, that makes no sense at all.::Mike Strank: Well, it's just military psychology. They always train you for the desert on a volcano.::Franklin Sousley: Aw, now you're just havin' fun with me.::Mike Strank: Harlon, take your men right. Watch for Bedouins.::Harlon Block: Yes, sir.::Franklin Sousley: Hey, what's a Bedouin?::Harlon Block: It's a guy with a camel.::Franklin Sousley: Well, Jeez Louise, maybe we *are* going to the desert.
Lindberg: [while losing at poker] Chief, I had very little to do with Sitting Bull's death, so maybe you could stop taking it out on me.::Ira Hayes: Different tribe. The Pimas fought on the side of the white man.::Gust: See, now that's smart.::Hank Hansen: That *is* smart.::Ira Hayes: Yeah. Worked real good for us.
Lundsford: You actually chose the Marines because they had the best uniforms?::Rene Gagnon: No sense being a hero if you don't look like one.
Mike Strank: Any man that doesn't have his masturbation papers in order better get them signed by tomorrow night or he ain't going overseas.::Gust: I got mine already.::Lundsford: Oh, yeah, I'm square.::Franklin Sousley: Wait, wait. Why am I just hearing about this?::Mike Strank: That's horseshit, Franklin! I don't have to repeat everything twice for you.::Franklin Sousley: No, I didn't hear nothin' about no masturbating papers!::Ira Hayes: Heard they were running short.::Franklin Sousley: You know, nobody tells me nothing. That's real nice, guys!::Mike Strank: All right, get your ass over to the officer in charge of records. Maybe he's got some more left. Leave your smokes. I'll play for you.::Franklin Sousley: Thanks, Mike.::Mike Strank: Listen, if he calls you an idiot, you take it like a man, okay? Just *do not* leave without signing them.
Belle Block: Oh my Lord, that's Harlon!::Belle's Young Son: Where?::Belle Block: Right there. Planting that flag, that's your brother.::Belle's Young Son: Ma, all you can see is his behind.::Belle Block: And that's his. I powdered and diapered it, I know my son. That's him. Go get your father.::Belle's Young Son: Daddy, Ma's got a picture of Harlon's keister in the paper!
Captain Severance: Look, I've had to make a few other changes. I'm promoting you, to platoon sergeant.::Mike Strank: Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.::Captain Severance: You bet.::Mike Strank: The trouble is, I already told my men I'd see them through this.::Captain Severance: That your James Cagney impersonation? 'Cause I've heard better.::Mike Strank: Well, I'll keep practicing, then.::Captain Severance: Look, this isn't your first time through this. You don't need to prove anything.::Mike Strank: No, sir.::Captain Severance: You're not the *best* sergeant I've ever had, just the best one that's still walking. Block's a good man.::Mike Strank: Yes, sir, he is.::Captain Severance: 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.::Mike Strank: I already gave them my word, sir. I told them I'd bring them all home to their mothers, which means I already lied to half of them. Can't lie to the rest.
Captain Severance: 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.
Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived
to walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored
Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Then Ira started drinkin' hard
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty