A letter from a soldier to his sons from a fox hole in Iwo Jima.
I am writing you today, just a week before Christmas eve, in the hopes that you will get this little note at Christmas time. All of this coming week will be holidays, and I can just imagine the fun you will be having, especially when you know that it is just a few days before Santa Claus will be coming. If it were possible, I would like to come down the chimney myself and crawl right inot your stocking, wouldn’t that be a surprise? I would enjoy it even more than you, but since your Dad is far away and Santa Claus has the only reindeers that will fly through the air, I’m afraid we will have to let Santa Claus use them. After all he has so many place to go in such a short time.
I won’t be able to give you a Christmas present personally this year, but I do want you to know that I think of you all of the time and feel very proud of the way you have been helping your Mother while I am gone. I know that it is only natural for you, healthy and strong boys like you are to want to play and have fun all of the time but I do want you to think about helping Mummie, because it is so hard for her to do everything while I am gone. I know that you would like to give me a Xmas present too, so I will tell you what you can do, and this will be your Xmas present to me. Everyday ask Mummie if there are any errandss that you can go on for her, and when there are errands to run, say, "sure Mummie" and giver her a big smile; then during the day go up to your room and look around, if there are toys scattered all around, or you left some of your clothes on the floor, pick them up: also, when Mummie is busy trying to clean up the house, don’t leave her by herself, but ask Mummie if you can help take care of baby sister. If you will do these things for me, that will be the finest Xmas present that you could give me. Oh yes, and CC, are you eating your meals like a real man now?
Well my boys, I guess you often wonder why people fight and have wars and why lots of daddies have to be away a Xmas time fighting, when it would be so much nicer to be at home. That’s a hard question to answer. But, you see, some countries like Japan and Germany, have people living in them, just like some people you and I know. Those people want to tell everbody what they can do and what they can’t do. No one likes to be told how to live their life. I know that you certainly wouldn’t like it if one of the boys in the neighborhood tried to tell you what church you should go to, what school you should go to and particularly if that boy would always be trying to "beat up" some smaller or weaker boy. You wouldn’t like it, would you? And, unfortunately the only way to make a person like that stop these sort of things , or a country like Japan or Germany, is to fight them and beat them…and teach them that being a bully (because after all that’s what they are ) is not the way to live and that we won’t put up with it. What does all of this mean to you? Just simply this, my boys, Dad, doesn’t want you to ever be a bully. I want you to always fight against anyone who trys to be one.
I want you to always help the smaller fellow, or the little boy who may not be as strong as you. I want you to always share what you have with the other fellow; and above all, my boys have courage, to do the things that you think are right. Never be afraid to fight for what you think is right. To do these things, you need a strong body and a brave heart; never run away from someone you may be afraid of: if you do, you will feel ashamed of yourself and before long you will find it so easy to run away from the things that you should stand up and fight against, If you and lots of other boys try to do the things that Dad has been talking about in this letter, it may be that people will not have to fight wars in the years to come and then all of Daddies in this world will be home for Christmas and that is where they belong. Perhaps, some of the things that I have been talking about…..you don’t quite understand, if you don’t, Mummie will explain them to you, as she knows….
A Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year…God Bless you,
First Lieutenant Leonard Smith Isacks, Jr. Wounded in action (fragment, head) at Iwo Jima, February 20, 1945; died of said wounds February 21, 1945