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Our Mission

The Iwo Jima Association of America (IJAA) is dedicated to preserving and perpetuating the history of the Battle of Iwo Jima for future generations. Annually IJAA sponsors two educational and historical symposiums, in the Washington, DC locale and on the island of Guam. The symposium on Guam includes the "Reunion of Honor" memorial services on Iwo Jima, jointly held with the Iwo Jima Association of Japan (IJAJ). The primary purpose of these symposiums is to honor those on both sides who sacrificed so much by educating the younger generations on the history of the battle in particular, and World War II in general.


The IJAA is a 501(c)(3) public charity

Fund Drive

The administration and organization of IJAA has been costly in both time and resources. Consequently, we require an infusion of additional funds to establish our educational component. Annual member dues are insufficient to make this transition.

Sponsor a Iwo Jima Veteran

Throughout the year IJAA receives requests from our wonderful Iwo Jima Veterans who desire to return to that island on which they gave so much while some of their comrades paid the ultimate price for their counry. However, most of these aging warriors are on a fixed income and unable to provide the necessary funds. To assist in defraying those costs, IJAA has a number of fundraising efforts such as raffles and merchandise sales, but for the most part, must depend on the tax-free donations from our patriotic public and members. IJAA invites you to sponsor a Iwo Jima Veteran by a tax free donation to IJAA, a 501 ( C ) 3 Public Charity.

Please make a tax deductible donation to further the Iwo Jima Association of America. Your generous financial contribution will help ensure the name Iwo Jima will live forever in the annals of Military History!

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used with permission by D. J. Richter ©2013

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The wheels hit the steaming tarmac on my island – Iwo To, they now call it. Outside of the scratched Plexiglas, a line of Japanese officers stand in the sun. Eyes wide, I steal a glance across the aisle, seeing him lost in thought as he views my island.

On his island, the sheets of rain obscure the view - Iwo Jima, they were told. The boat to starboard collapses under strain, as he watches friends sucked under, not yet paralyzed by fear nor numb to the pain. His knuckles whiten on his rifle as he turns back, staring towards the men and officers hidden in the mountain.

I carry his arm and his briefcase into the hanger on my island, abused in the seventy years since its creation. We take our place amongst the small group – file onto buses, row by row, until we embark on the dusty roads paneled on each side by man-high vegetation. I watch him, eyes ahead, preparing for the day to come.

On his island, the boat shudders as he’s propelled into the black sand. Ranks and rows are destroyed, eyes glancing not left nor right, but locked ahead into the silence. The feet and knees of strong men sink into the black sand bereft of vegetation, struggling to move towards the mountain.

A silence loud enough to be tangible exists on my island as the nations meet.. The first, widows in all black dresses, perpetual in their mourning. The second, men in varying shades of coats and ties, trapped in their memories. My ears drag my eyes to the violent crash of waves one hundred yards below, breaking the peace of the small hilltop reunion.

On his island, the first sound struck, a bullet that shattered the beach head, noise deafening. The enemy’s artillery met them at the gate of the sulfur-smelling hell. Boys, now men, drop dead along the black sand, marked green, red, yellow, and blue. On maps aboard ships, colors emanate from Suribachi’s base. On the sand amongst Marines, blood rains amongst those below mountain.

In both languages, we are asked to bow our heads on my island. A moment passes as the chaplains offer messages for the thousands fallen and those they left behind – the wives and brothers standing beside me. The grey stone of the memorial lays in stark contrast to the red, white, and blue wreath beside it. Above the congregation, my eyes venture to the flag flying atop the mountain, pure white save a gleaming red center.

On his island, voices in daylight scream in all dialects of the English language. In the darkness, those voices pray softly, sob silently, to the God of their choosing. As the sun rises, his eyes take faith in the battered flag, raised on that point most high by his brothers. The stars and stripes wave a prayer over the men below, a cross for those still dying under the watchful eye of the mountain.

A murmur begins to rise from the front of the plane as we leave my island. Slowly, surely, the voices of men seventy years beyond the trial of a lifetime raise in unison to a familiar tune. Tears, held closely throughout the ceremony, fall freely in the comfort of individual seats. Heart in my throat, I steal a glance across the aisle, see him smile. I smile too, relieved. One thousand feet above the summit, I know that he has finally conquered his mountain.

D. J. Richter ©2013


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My heart aches for the silent, unfathomable suffering of this humble hero.

A false paradise of recovering vegetation surrounds us, struggling

to hide the scars and memories that two nations not long forgot.

Just as cartridges creep up through the sand, so does

the anguish of those who spent them - sentenced

to a sulfuric eternity on this hellish tract of land,

alone but in the minds of those who escaped.

Save this one day, no, one day each year,

where the soon to be redeemed return to pay

a final memorial to those lost long ago.

At three and ninety, I watch him in the sand

struggling to regain the young cowboy

that at three and twenty so faithfully stormed,

rifle in hand.

This false paradise, this hell, refusing to relinquish both the living and the dead.

The black sand will never be covered, the howling hearts never silenced.

His memories, once imprinted by blood, are now refreshed in life.


D. J. Richter ©2013

Are you an Iwo Jima Vet? Do you know an Iwo Jima Vet?

We have begun planning for the 75th Anniversary of the Battle of Iwo Jima, which will take place in 2020. We are working to locate ANY surviving veterans of the Battle of Iwo Jima to add them to the roster of surviving veterans and to discuss having them take part in the Anniversary events in 2020.

If you are a veteran of the Battle of Iwo Jima, please GO HERE and fill out the form with your contact information, and advise us when the best time to discuss adding your name to the veterans' roster and possible interest in the Anniversary events.

If you know of a living veteran of the Battle of Iwo Jima, please GO HERE and fill out the form with your contact information and as much as possible of the contact information of the surviving veteran.


Norman H. Smith
LtGen USMC (Ret)
Iwo Jima Association of America (IJAA)
PO Box #680
Quantico, VA 22134