The American Spectator

You wouldn’t know it to look at him. “Woody” Williams is a cheerful guy, now in his later years. He teaches Sunday school at a church near his home. And, as you might expect, he speaks softly and always has a kind word. His smile is a real delight.

Sixty-one years ago today, Woody Williams fought — for four hours, crawling back and forth through machine gun fire to get more ammunition and refill his flame thrower — and cleared a path for his fellow Marines to break through Japanese lines on Iwo Jima. For this, he received the Medal of Honor. And, more importantly to him, he saved the lives of a lot of Marines. God bless you, Woody. I’ll try to call you later.