My Dad (BethBG79's Papa) survived the Battle of Tawara in spite of all odds, and went on to achieve the all-American dream - success in business, a loving family, a long life surrounded by friends and loved ones.
Why he made it when so many of his fellow Marines did not is a question which plaqued him throughout his lifetime.
Beth...that gentle voiced, wonderful grandfather you loved so much had a backbone of steel forged in a surrealistic, bloody hell. He was YOUR age in 1943. Think about that for a moment.
Your Papa experienced hell on earth and survived, no, TRIUMPHED over evil because he and his fellow Americans refused to give up.
The determination of America's fighting forces to fight for that in which they believe, at Tarawa and through every battle before and since is why America is the greatest country in the world, and why you are able to live in freedom. NEVER FORGET!!
To all who serve, know that you have my everlasting gratitude, and that you are all in my prayers.
As an aside, my son worshipped his Papa, as did all of the grandchildren. He wanted to join the Marines "just like you did, Papa." Dad encouraged him to join the Navy, instead.
Here are a few images from that battle in 1943:
