Story behind Ira Hayes, the Pima Indian and Marine hero famed in the photograph raising the flag on Iwo Jima.

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Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Iwo Jima This is the photgraph, captured by AP photographer Joe Rosenthal, that became the image on the biggest-selling American postage stamp of all time. Ira Hayes, helping to raise that flag amidst untold carnage, is lamented here in Peter LaFarge's poignant ballad. Hayes is buried in Arlington Cemetery.


He Won't Answer Any More

The Ballad of Ira Hayes

by Peter LaFarge

Gather round you people an' a story i will tell
About a brave indian you should remember well
From the tribe of Pima indians, a proud an' a peaceful band
They farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land.

Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till the white men stole their water rights an' the runnin' water hushed
Now Ira's folks were hungry an' their farms were crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteered and forgot the white man's greed.

Call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not the whisky drinkin' indian nor the marine who went to war
Yes call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not the whisky drinkin' indian nor the marine who went to war.

They started Iwo Jima hill, two hundred an' fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down the hill again
An' when the fight was over an' old glory raised
One of the men who held it high was the indian Ira Hayes.

Call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not the whisky drinkin' indian nor the marine who went to war
Yes call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not the whisky drinkin' indian nor the marine who went to war.

Now Ira returned a hero celebrated throughout the land
He was wined an' speeched an' honored, everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima indian, no money, no crops, no chance
An' at home nobody cared what Ira's done an' the wind did the indian's dance.

Call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not the whisky drinkin' indian nor the marine who went to war
Yes call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not the whisky drinkin' indian nor the marine who went to war.

And Ira started drinkin' again, jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag and lower it like you throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning alone in a land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes.

Call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not the whisky drinkin' indian nor the marine who went to war
Yes call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not the whisky drinkin' indian nor the marine who went to war.

Yes call him drunken Ira Hayes but his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died
Call him drunken Ira Hayes he won't answer anymore
Not the whisky drinkin' indian nor the marine who went to war.

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John F. Kennedy, in "A Nation of Immigrants" notes the diverse waves of peoples who streamed to our shores right from the start. Yet for all the diversity, their was a common set of aspirations, and to an extent, a shared heritage. Tocqueville enthused about the rising possibilities of middle class democracy. As Kennedy summarized Tocqueville, "This was the secret of America: a nation of people with the fresh memory of old traditions who dared to explore new frontiers, people eager to build lives for themselves in a spacxious society that did not restrict their freedom of action."

John Jay, the man who was to become America's first Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, was himself of French extraction, descended from refugees of religious persecution by the Church-State in the old world. Pleading for the adoption of the Constitution, he argued that Americans were not many peoples, but truly only one. Notwithstanding differences, there was an underlying unity.

The paradox is still with us -- diversity and unity. Not either, but both. Our poet Walt Whitman called these states "the amplest poem" and declared that we are not merely a nation, but a teeming Nation of nations. Respecting diversity, we also join together round a common flag, and reverence our shared traditions, and symbols.

What unites us? Often, the more specific we try to get, the greater our risk of falling into the pitfalls of particularity and exclusion. The Declaration of Independence has been called a symbolic gesture, written in language rife with "glittering generalities."

But there seems to be a mystic aspect. Lincoln alluded to the "mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land," and (by faith) averred that those chords of memory "will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature."

Mystic chords of memory. Ethereal it sure sounds, yet does it not inspire? Edmund Burke wrote that society is a contract, a partnership which links one generation to another, the living to the dead and the unborn. Somehow we are connected indissolubly with generations past, and generations yet to be.

Tocqueville and Jay both touched on the shared language of English, the shared participation in the evolving tradition of Anglo-European rights and law, the common heritage of a biblical religious past, and of course we might also include the European feudal, medieval, and classical Roman and Greek roots at well.

The only true government must be self-government. If the people do not, as individuals, rule their own actions, the only alternative is authoritarianism of the kind our founders were intent on emerging from, the "Leviathan" of Thomas Hobbes, a kind of police state akin to totalitarianism.

James Madison note:
"We have staked the whole future of American civilization, not on the power of government...[but] upon the capacity of each and every one of us to govern ourselves according to the Ten Commandments of God."

Erich Fromm in The Revolution of Hope wrote: "I submit that if people would truly accept the Ten Commandments or the Buddhist Eightfold Path as the effective principles to guide their lives, a dramatic change in our whole culture would take place."

Regarding the American founding, Cecil Roth wrote: "It was Hebrew mortar (to quote a famous phrase) that cemented the foundations of the Republic; and not without reason did the first seal it adopted depict the overthrow of Pharaoh in the Red Sea, with the motto: "Rebellion to Tyrants is Obedience to God' . . . ." This seal was designed by Thomas Jefferson.

America's first frontiersman-president, Andrew Jackson, declared of the Bible that "that book .... is the rock on which our republic rests."

Franklin D. Roosevelt alluded to the Scriptural foundations of American democracy when in a 1935 broadcast message:
"We cannot read the history of our rise and development as a nation, without reckoning with the place the Bible has occupied in shaping the advances of the Republic . . . where we have been truest and most consistent in obeying its precepts, we have attained the greatest measure of contentment and prosperity ..."

Martin Luther King, Jr. declared:
All men are interdependent. Every nation is an heir of a vast treasury of ideas and labor to which both the living and the dead contributed. Whether we realize it or not, each of us lives eternally 'in the red.' We are everlasting debtors to known and unknown women.



Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will shew thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee.

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