As we hit Suribachi from the air,
supporting ships deliver point-blank fire. After 72 hours of continuous pounding
our patrols move forward. Mortar barrage searches out hidden
machine-gun nests. Keep a sharp lookout for snipers. Admiral Turner gives the order to cease fire.
Our guns are quiet as they make the climb We wait for a sign Suribachi is ours. Suribachi is ours; a toe-hold on the
southern tip of the island, but ahead the main strength of the Jap garrison was
entrenched in steel and concrete. The show was just beginning.