Vulture

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Vulture

 

A noncombatant, he wasn’t exactly

a coward. His parents were Quakers.

He, bungling, washed out as a medic

the very first week.

but the Navy had him regardless,

and he stayed back on the boat

when the Marines hit the beaches. They knew

he was bad luck and did not say goodbye.

 

It was his job to find and identify them

once they were killed, after all.

 

Days later he too hit the beaches

looking for name tags, dog tags and worse

a wheeling vulture who picked fingers

off the beach, inked them for prints

combed sand for tattooed arms,

partial jawbones, eyes and teeth

 

assembling the pieces, it was hoped

into someone who could be identified.

What he could not drag he would pile

onto a stretcher and back on the ship

under strong light he soaked

the blood-stiff tattered wallets

blood-melded photographs

separating, floating slowly

in the enamel pan’s clean white

vinegar turned first pink

then to crimson of d-day surf,

fishing with tongs, searching for a name.

 

 

 

Graves Registration was a non-combatant position occupied by conscientious objectors during WW2. It was a terrible job, exposing the men to horror on an unimaginable scale. On Iwo Jima, the work was especially hard. For one, the beachhead was unsecured during most of the invasion. This meant that there was no time the men on the beach were not under fire from artillery and machine guns. Wounded men awaiting evacuation were often killed before they could be gotten aboard waiting hospital ships. Second, the scale of carnage was unprecedented. Hundreds of Marines were killed every day. But by far the worst was how the men were killed. The Japanese, pulling out all stops to cause as many casualties as possible, used weapons normally employed against armor and aircraft–high-velocity cannon and machine guns, enormous mortars, various kinds of high explosive. The damage done to the bodies was extraordinary. One war correspondent who had covered the invasions of Guadalcanal, Anzio and Normandy was appalled by what he saw. The Graves boys moved through the carnage, identifying boys so the Marines and their families would know what happened to them. For this tremendous service they were shunned, called cowards and vultures, looked on with disgust and even hatred.  War makes monsters of everyone who has a hand in it, but there are many sorts of monster.

 

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  1. Joy Pixley

    A very powerful piece, especially with the explanatory epilogue. I really felt I got a glimpse into the mind-numbing horror these grave boys must have faced in such terrible circumstances. And being shunned on top of it, wow.

  2. kirizar

    You know, I liked your explanation as much as I liked the story. It helps to put the title into context. Often, vultures are given a bad rap in nature, when what they do serves a function. It is equally unfair to label the role of graves registration such a stigmatized pariah.

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