Jewish Chaplain, Lt (Rabbi) Roland B Gittelson, ChC, USNR, on the Dedication of 5th Marine Division Cenetery on Iwo Jima 21 March 1945:
This is perhaps the grimmest, and surely the holiest task we have faced since D-Day. Here before us lie the bodies of comrades and friends. Men who until yesterday or last week laughed with us, joked with us, trained with us. Men who were on the same ships with us, and went over the sides with us as we prepared to hit the beaches of this island. Men who fought with us and feared with us. Somewhere in this plot of ground there may lie the man who could have discovered the cure for cancer. Under one of these Christian crosses, or beneath a Jewish Star of David, there may rest now a man who was destined to be a great prophet, to find the way, perhaps, for all to live in plenty, with poverty and hardship for none. Now they lie here silently in this sacred soil, and we gather to consecrate this earth in their memory.
It is not easy to do so. Some of us have buried our closest friends here. We saw these men killed before our very eyes. Any one of us might have died in their places. Indeed, some of us are alive and breathing only because men who lie here beneath us had the courage and strength to give their lives for us. To speak in memory of such men as these is not easy. Of them, too, can it be said with utter truth: ‘The world will little note nor long remember, what we say here. We can never forget what they did here. ‘no, our poor power of speech can add nothing to what these men and the other dead of our division who are not here have already done. All that we even hope to do is follow their example. To show the same selfless courage in peace that they did in war. To swear that by the grace of God and the stubborn strength and power of human will, their sons and ours shall never suffer these pains again. These men have done their job well. They have paid the ghastly price of freedom. If that freedom is once again lost, as it was after the last war, the unforgivable blame will be ours, not theirs, so it is we, ‘the living’ who are here to be dedicated and consecrated.
We dedicate ourselves, first to live together in peace the way they fought and are buried in this war. Here lie men who loved America because their ancestors generations ago helped in her founding, and other men who loved her with equal passion because they themselves or their own fathers escaped from oppression to her blessed shores. Here lie officers and men, Blacks and Whites, rich men and poor – together. Here are Protestants, Catholics and Jews – together. Here no man prefers another because of his faith or despises him because of his color. Here there are no quotas of how many from each group are admitted or allowed. Among these men there is no discrimination. No prejudices. No hatred. There is the highest and purest democracy.
Any man among us, ‘the living’, who fails to understand that, will thereby betray those who lie here dead. Whoever of us lifts his hand in hate against a brother or think himself superior to those who happen to be in the minority, makes of this ceremony and of the bloody sacrifices it commemorates, an empty, hollow mockery to this, then, as our solemn, sacred duty, do we. ‘the living’ to enjoy the democracy for which all of them have here paid the price.
To one thing more do we consecrate ourselves in memory of those who sleep beneath these crosses and stars. We shall not foolishly suppose, as did the last generation of America’s fighting men, that victory on the battlefield will automatically guarantee the triumph of democracy at home. The war, with all its frightful heartache and suffering is but the beginning of our general struggle for democracy. When the last battle has been won, there will be those at home, as there were last time who will want us to turn our backs in selfish isolation on the rest of organized humanity, and this to sabotage the very peace for which we fight. We promised you who lie here: We will not do that! We will join hands with Britain, China and Russia – in peace, even as we have in war, to build the kind of world for which you died.
When the last shot has been fired, there will still be those whose eyes turned backward, not forward, who will be satisfied with those wide extremes of poverty and wealth in which the seeds of another war can breed. We promise you, our departed comrades’ this, too, we will not permit. This war has been fought by the common man, its fruits of peace must be enjoyed by the common man. We promise, by all that is sacred and holy, that your sons – the sons of miners and millers, the sons of farmers and workers, will inherit from your death the right to a living that is decent and secure.
When the final cross has been placed in the last cemetery, once again there will be those to who profit is more important that peace, who will insist with the voice of sweet reasonableness and appeasement that it is better to trade with the enemies of mankind than, by crushing them, to lose their profit. To you who sleep here silently, we give our promise: We will not listen! We will not forget that some of you were burnt with the oil that can come from American wells, that many of you were killed by shells fashioned from American Steel. We promise that when once again men seek profit at our expense, we shall remember how you looked when we place you reverently, lovingly in the ground.
Thus do we memorialize those who having ceased living with us, now live within us. Thus do we consecrate ourselves – ‘the living, ‘to carry on the struggle they began. Too much blood has gone into this soil for us to let it line barren. To much pain and heartache have fertilized the earth on which we stand. We here solemnly swear; this shall not be in vain out of this and from the suffering and sorrow of those who mourn this, will come – we promise – the birth of a new freedom for sons of men everywhere.
Rabbi Gittelson was the first Jewish Chaplain appointed in the US Marine Corps.