Norman P Sprague - Another Iwo Jima Hero

My dad, Norman P Sprague, was a Iwo Jimawas also involved in the town, as a town planning
veteran. Although he told me very little about hisboard chairman, auditor at the People's Methodist
exploits in the South Pacific, while I was growingChurch, adjutant of the W. T. Wren American
up, he did talk about being on the first boatLegion Post and numerous other activities in the
ashore, on more than one occasion. When I readcommunity.
the book, "Flags of our Fathers" by JamesNorman was a hard working family man. One of
Bradley, recently, I was there with my father,our neighbors, Carlton Moore, once said that dad
too, as I imagined how it would have been.was the Mayor of "Little Woodland". This was due
Bradley had such an excellent way of presentingmostly to the fact that our section of town had
the novel and he described it wonderfully. Later, Ithe best roads and street lighting, especially after
also saw the film but I enjoyed the book, best ofhis annual spiels at Town Meeting. Dad was good
all. It helped me to understand why dad neverat convincing the townspeople what should be
talked much about his time there, from so manytheir needed expenditures. He was also influencial
years ago.as in his duties as an excellent union negotiator at
During World War II, as a fighting marine, dad hadhis employer. I can't imagine what dad would say
witnessed a horror, unimaginable to most. Notabout the conditions at the mill today, under the
only on Iwo Jima but at Bougainville, Guadacanalcurrent owners. I can't help but think that he
and the Solomon Islands, Tarawa, Okinawa, and allprobably would have made a difference.
the other places, that the 3rd Marine Division tookDad rarely spoke of his marine days from
him, as he faced so much danger and destruction.wartime, but later in his life, while being treated
Shortly after he returned home from the service,for lung cancer, the medication seemed to bring
he married my mom, Janice Williams, in Boston.some of his long buried memories, to the surface.
After living in Quincy, Massachusetts for a while,He became more open minded about some of
they moved to the old homestead in Woodland,the things that he had depressed far deep into his
Maine, in the town of Baileyville. My parents livedmemory. At that time, he started to have
with my grandfather, Ralph Sprague, until hisnightmares and bad headaches from his
death in 1958. They raised us four children there.recollections of the past.
We were brought up in a semi-rural area of MaineI understand that I had been named john, after
that was peaceful, safe and it was a comfortableone of his marine buddies, that had died over
life for us there. We even had a summer cottagethere, in a foxhole with him. I wish that I had
at a nearby lake, where we spent our summerasked for more details, about those
vacations, when school was recessed for summercircumstances and about the details of his good
vacation, in early June. It was a great place tofriend, while dad was still alive. He was my hero
spend a childhood, we believed.but I don't think he knew that fact.
Dad worked at the St Croix Paper Company. ThisWhile in Iraq, I had the occasion to travel with the
was where most of his brothers were alsoJapanese Air Force on a C-130 transport. My first
employed. Norman worked as a timekeeper, inthought was, "Dad would be rolling over in his
the mill office. He referred to himself as a "pencilgrave", just seeing me on this aircraft, flying with
pusher" if someone were to ask what he did forhis former adversaries. Of course, the Japanese
a living. While in Boston, he had spent time atwere now helping to move US soldiers and
Bentley School of Accounting and enjoyed thatcontractors, into the current war. Time changes
type of occupation.everything, it seems, and those former enemies,
He helped organize the first office union and wasare now our friends.
also a trustee of the St Croix Credit Union. He