Columbia officials honor late WWII Iwo Jima vet with ceremonial wreath
This event marked the 80th anniversary of his ultimate sacrifice during the Battle of Iwo Jima, where Willis demonstrated extraordinary courage and selflessness, paying the highest price to help save his fellow Marines.
John Harlan Willis was born and raised in Columbia, Tennessee. He enlisted in the United States Navy on November 5, 1940.
On Feb. 19, 1945, Harlan landed with the 3rd Battalion, 27th Marines on Iwo Jima. He participated in the Battle of Iwo Jima as a rifle company platoon corpsman and, on Feb. 28, while aiding fallen Marines during a fierce action near Japanese-held Hill 362, was wounded by shrapnel and ordered back to the battle-aid station.
Disregarding his injuries, Willis returned to the battle area to resume casualty assistance. He was treating a wounded Marine when the enemy attacked his position with hand grenades. After throwing eight grenades back at the enemy, he was killed when a ninth grenade exploded in his hand. For his heroic actions that day during the battle, Willis was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor.
'John Harlan Willis is a true American hero whose bravery on the battlefield inspires all Columbians," Mayor Chaz Molder said. "On this 80th anniversary of his ultimate sacrifice, dying while serving our country in World War II during the Battle of Iwo Jima, we gather to honor his memory and ensure that future generations never forget the courage and selflessness that defined him and his generation. Columbia and Maury County are proud to call him one of our own.'
Friday's ceremony was well attended by local officials, military representatives, including retired U.S. Army Colonel Ashley Brown, who participated in the tribute. The colors were presented by American Legion Post 170, and attendees gathered to reflect on the legacy of courage and selflessness that John Harlan Willis left behind.
'It's important that we not only honor our veterans but ensure their sacrifices are remembered," City Manager Tony Massey said. "John Harlan Willis' heroic actions represent the very best of what it means to serve. His courage is a beacon of strength for our community, and today we stand united in remembering his incredible legacy. He was a true patriot.'
The event concluded with a moment of silence as a wreath was placed at the John Harlan Willis Bridge Memorial, marking the 80th anniversary of his death and reaffirming the city's commitment to preserving the memory of its fallen heroes.
Jay Powell is a reporter at The Daily Herald.
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