Letters from Iwo Jima Page #5

but that American soldier...

his mother's words...

were the same as my mother's.

I want to fulfill my duty

for the general...

and our country...

but I don't want to die for nothing.

What do you think?

You...

haven't lived enough to realize...

what you are sacrificing.

Will you surrender with me?

Careful.

They'll notice if we leave together.

You go first.

I'll make up an excuse.

After a while, I'll tell them

I'm going to check on you.

We'll be gone before they even notice.

Pretend that you have dysentery.

Give me your dysentery look.

I guess that'll have to do.

Where are you going?

I've got dysentery.

You're going to surrender, aren't you?

If you are, take me with you.

- I've had enough of this war.

- Be quiet!

Where are you going?

He said he wasn't feeling well.

It could be dysentery.

You two! Stop!

Sir, maybe they got spooked.

Miura, you're on guard.

Make sure we have no more deserters.

What unit were you with?

Higashiyama 314th.

Did you hear...

I heard that they would give you a meal.

A meal...

That sounds good.

I'm from Yokohama, too.

After this is over, you can come visit me.

Lieutenant!

Let this be a lesson to anyone else...

who wants to surrender.

We need to get through the crossfire

to reach the north...

and join our forces at the front.

Listen.

We'll head for that cave

and make our way from there.

Don't waste a bullet!

Not a single one.

Don't shoot recklessly.

These are Nishi's troops

and the survivors from Suribachi.

Are there no officers?

You all did a good job making it here.

Fujita, water for them.

I'm sorry, sir. There is no more water.

I'm sorry.

At least you can rest.

You look familiar.

You almost lost your head.

That was the second time you saved me.

The first time...

was the day you landed on the island.

Of course. I remember.

Well, everything happens in threes.

Hanako...

This letter will probably

never get to you...

but...

it comforts me to write.

For five days, we've been

without water and food.

To survive...

we do unspeakable things.

There is no escape now.

But...

my only concern is for you and the baby.

Dig up some worms.

The battle is approaching its end...

and there is no more ammunition,

no more water.

All the survivors will engage

in a general attack.

I pray for the victory

and safety of the Empire.

I bid you farewell.

For the country,

I could not fulfill all of my duties.

Now that we have no ammunition,

it is with regret that we must perish.

You made it all the way from Suribachi?

That must have been quite a journey.

You are quite a soldier.

No, sir.

I'm just a simple baker.

You were a baker?

Any family?

A wife...

and a baby girl born

last summer in Ohmiya.

I haven't met her yet.

It's strange.

I promised myself to fight

until death for my family...

but the thought of my family

makes it difficult to keep that promise.

A radio transmission from the homeland.

For General Kuribayashi...

and his troops, who are fighting bravely

for our country...

a song will be sung by the children

of Nagano...

which is Kuribayashi's hometown.

On the waves of the Pacific

down south from the Imperial City

a small lonely island floats

The fate of our Imperial country

lies in the hands of this island

Iwo Jima

As long as we stand

we shall feel safe, as the Imperial land

shall forever be at peace

We shall fight with pride

and honor at any price

Our proud island

Iwo Jima

Do me a favor.

Stay here and burn all these documents,

and my military chest.

Everything happens in threes.

We will make a general attack.

Although Japan has lost...

one day...

our people will praise your dedication.

A day will come when they

will weep and pray for your souls.

Be proud to die for your country.

I will always be in front of you.

No more.

No more.

Thank you, Fujita.

This is an order.

You again.

I have one more favor to ask of you.

Bury me...

so that no one will find me.

Taro...

I will be home soon.

I'm glad to be going back to Japan...

but I'm a bit sad

to leave my friends behind.

I drove home...

but...

it's lonely driving all by myself.

Is this still Japanese soil?

This is still Japan.

Just put the shovel down.

Be careful.

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