
"The Quiet Hero gives the reader a compelling daily account of the hells of combat on Iwo Jima, 1945--one of the bloodiest battles in Marine Corps history."--Harlan Glenn, host, The History Channel's Mail Call
"The George Wahlen story is one of inspiration and motivation for all of us who came from humble beginnings and made the best with what God has given us."--Orrin Hatch, U.S. senator
"The Quiet Hero offers an extraordinary peek into the making of one of our nation's most distinguished war heroes."--James Bradley, author, Flags of Our Fathers and Flyboys

D-day, February 19, 1945 Hunkered down on the island of Iwo Jima, George Wahlen and his unit, ("F" Company, 2nd Battalion, 26th Marines, 5th Marine Division) waited anxiously for orders to advance. Powerful explosions rocked the ground, spewing the gritty volcanic sand skyward in geyser-like fountains. Enemy rifle fire whizzed menacingly overhead, and all too often these projectiles collided silently with a Marine unable to avoid its path. The concentrated barrage of mortars, artillery and rifle fire continued to pour on the hapless stream of Marines coming ashore. George could only watch helplessly as an interminable half hour passed.
With nothing to gain but death by staying on the beach, the Marines began their push inland. Seeing the waves of Marines making their move, the Japanese were determined to keep the Americans on the open beach where they were easier targets. But one by one, the Marines advanced further inland and found limited protection in large shell holes from the Navy's earlier bombardment.
As he kept his head down and watched the action, George saw a platoon runner crawl up to the lieutenant, keeping his body low against the ground.
"I lost my rifle," the young Marine said in a shaky voice.
The lieutenant looked at the Marine and motioned toward the beach now scattered with fallen Marines. "That's OK. There's plenty of dead men over here. Take one of their rifles."
George watched as the weaponless Marine crawled 20 yards away to a fellow Marine whose body lay motionless, face down in the sand. When he tapped his shoulder, he got no response, so he pushed his shoulder to try to roll him over on his back. George watched silently, hoping the young Marine would work faster, since the shower of bullets and shrapnel continued flying about. As the Marine struggled to roll the lifeless body over on his back, from a distance, George could see as the startled young Marine stared at the bloody bullet hole between the man's eyes and a pool of coagulated blood that had clumped in the sand.
George watched the young Marine turn white with terror, then in an instant, compose himself. He quickly grabbed the Garand rifle from the lifeless Marine's hands, then retreated, lizard-like, back to a sandy depression near George.
That was the moment when it really hit George. This was not a training exercise. It was that instant he realized that someone was in fact trying to kill him, and that he indeed might be killed.