Free: Letters Iwo Jima

Another lie. Kenji would never send regards again. But Haruo knew Kenji’s mother. She lived two doors down. If he survived—if anyone survived—he would have to face her. He would have to look into her eyes and tell her that her son had been brave. That he had not called for her at the end. That the fire had been mercifully fast.

He unfolded a single, thin sheet. It was meant for a letter home. letters iwo jima

A distant crump of a mortar made the tunnel rain dust. A young soldier, no older than sixteen, whimpered in the dark. Haruo ignored him. He had only enough paper for this one letter. Another lie