In 1945, six members of the 5th Division of the U.S. Marines planted a U.S. flag atop Mount Suribachi on the strategically important Pacific island of Iwo Jima at the end of one of World War II's bloodiest battles.
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That Suribachi photo is one of the most inspiring in the American photobook. I wonder if it would get pre-empted today if it conflicted with a laundromat drama in a court-room over some bozette's laying place, or news some self-freaking substance tripper jumping the line to get in an out of her colony's'rehab center. Maybe it would be too real and suggestive that the great family of man was subject to fizzures. (Hell, there's enough denial in small families.) It could suggest violent toys; like cap-guns, toy soldiers. Up to VJ DAy, I would have tagged along with my mother as she was turning in bacon fat and the tin-foil I was given to roll into balls for coupons at A&P. At night I would go through the litany of names of family and friends, not yet known this three year-old at the time, who were hopefully still alive. I've just put on Johnny Cash', "Ballad of Ira Hayes". Look at that picture and play a song like that and convince me a tear doesn't well up.
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That Suribachi photo is one of the most inspiring in the American photobook.
I wonder if it would get pre-empted today if it conflicted with a laundromat drama in a court-room over some bozette's laying place, or news some self-freaking substance tripper jumping the line to get in an out of her colony's'rehab center.
Maybe it would be too real and suggestive that the great family of man was subject to fizzures. (Hell, there's enough denial in small families.) It could suggest violent toys; like cap-guns, toy soldiers.
Up to VJ DAy, I would have tagged along with my mother as she was turning in bacon fat and the tin-foil I was given to roll into balls for coupons at A&P.
At night I would go through the litany of names of family and friends, not yet known this three year-old at the time, who were hopefully still alive.
I've just put on Johnny Cash', "Ballad of Ira Hayes". Look at that picture and play a song like that and convince me a tear doesn't well up.
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