Letters Iwo Jima Repack Official

Dear Mother,

Your son, Haruo.

He could not write that. So he wrote about plums. letters iwo jima

His best friend, Kenji, had died that morning. A flamethrower had found the secondary tunnel entrance. There had been no scream, just a sudden, terrible silence followed by the smell of cooking meat. Haruo had not wept. He had simply taken Kenji’s rice ball and his last, precious packet of paper. Dear Mother, Your son, Haruo