My father was on that island/atoll. He told me about being stranded far from shore and wading to the beach. He said some would step into a shell crater and because of the weight of their equipment wouldn't come up....Brave men.

There is no evidence custer was killed with his own pistol. People are always trying to make up their own versions of history totally disconnected from the facts

Well done, my parents were attending college at the time in De Pere, Wisconsin. My dad a senior, mom a junior.

With all who died in that small island I'd imagine there's many ghosts in the middle of the night who roam. 🇺🇸

A complete failure of command. No unity of command, no chain of command, resulting in arbitrary movement and actions, and a complete lack of military discipline. Totally unjustified use of force on unarmed students. I was only 11 yes. old when this horrid event occurred. Today I am thoroughly sickened.

I came here because of Eugene “Sledgehammer” Sledges’ book, With The Old Breed. What a terrible battle and not one many people talk about. I certainly didn’t know much if anything about it. Great book.

One of the hardest battles in Marine history. There is still the question if it was even necessary.

How was your trip?

U. S. M. C. WARRIORS. GOD BLESS THE MARINES.

Doesn't seem to be as much D footage as G/H BUFFs!🤔 Jman

Is Tarawa inhabited now?

At 7:23 I clearly see a Marine take a drink from a canteen cup and then appear to toss out something remaining. I understood that water was a critical resource. I am surprised to see this Marine pour anything out and that it would be captured on film.

You can see the ship rising up in the air a little bit, look closely.

Really On and On over and over this program should have lasted maybe thirty minutes at most, I think everyone is aware of the mistakes made here it's time to move on !

30.6 dam should have listened and not acted like entitled children

Part 1. Custer's Conquest in Heaven As the sun set over the celestial plains, painting the skies in hues of gold and rose, General George Armstrong Custer found himself in a peculiar battlefield-heaven. The thrill of glory and the weight of his past were intertwined, as he donned his familiar blue jacket adorned with five stars, ready to lead his heavenly regiment into this otherworldly war. In life, he had known the thrill of the charge, the sound of cannon fire, and the cries of men in battle. Yet he now faced an enemy unlike any he had encountered before. There were no banners unfurling in the wind or drums beating the march. Instead, he stood before a gathering of American Indian warriors-spirits of the Lakota, Cheyenne, and Arapaho. This was their eternal resting ground, and they wore expressions of fierce determination and unyielding pride. "Devil take this madness!" Custer shouted, brandishing his sword, its blade gleaming in the ethereal light. "I have fought my battles on Earth, and now you come to my paradise? This is not your land!" The warriors, undeterred and resolute, stood their ground. They were adorned with feathers and leather, symbols of their clans, and their eyes burned with the fire of historical injustices, tales of their ancestors echoing in the winds around them. Their war cries resonated through the realm, stirring the clouds above into a tempest. In that moment, the devil appeared-an impish figure cloaked in shadows and mischief, his laughter tinkling like the sound of shattered glass. "Custer! You seek to fight? But here in Heaven, I have a different arrangement. You may fight, but you shall not sweat a drop. No bullets will pierce your skin, no arrows will find their mark!" Custer's brow furrowed, his pride wounded. A battle without danger? Was that any battle at all? He had fought for honor, and with every charge on Earth, he had measured his worth through the sweat and blood shed. What glory lay in fighting with no risk? "You think you can strip me of my valor, devil?" he spat, fury igniting within him. "I will face these warriors, sweat or no sweat. They deserve my respect, my full measure in this fight!" With a wave of his hand, the devil summoned a multitude of dazzling lights-bullets, arrows, and spirit shields that glimmered in the heavenly realm. "Very well! A battle it shall be! But know this: each glimmer is a challenge. You may face them, but you will see no harm." The warriors advanced, their determination unwavering. They charged forward, not as they had on Earth, but as skilled spirits bound by the threads of their history. Custer met them head-on, his spirit ablaze with the thrill of combat. He swung his sword and found that each blow met no resistance-his blade cut through air, mesmerizing sparkles that danced away like fireflies in the night. Day turned to night, and night turned to day again, as the celestial battle ebbed and flowed. Custer, fueled by a primal urge for conquest, shouted commands to his invisible battalion, yet he could not change the surreal turn of events; he could not taste the sweat nor feel the grit of a true struggle. As the spirit warriors surrounded him, their laughter resonated through the skies like the sound of distant thunder, understanding the absurdity of this unfathomable chase. They fought with beauty, agility, and grace, marking the dance of both past and present. Amidst the clash of ethereal weapons, Custer found himself halted. Breathless-not from fatigue, but from an awakening. He paused, watching the warriors dance around him, laughing yet fearless. These were not his foes; they were memories made manifest, expressions of a history intertwined with his. "Why do you fight me?" he pondered aloud, suddenly aware of a deeper truth. One of the spirit warriors stepped forward, tearing the veil of competition. "General, we fight not against you, but for the stories that bind us. For every mark you made upon our land, we stand to reclaim our truth. This battle holds no bullets, but carries the weight of our voices-the cries of those that were silenced." As the revelation dawned upon him, Custer dropped his sword. The battlefield transformed into a sacred space of dialogue, a meeting of spirits where stories flowed freely, and healing took center stage. In the end, the devil watched with a crooked grin, knowing that no bullets had been fired, but a far greater battle had been fought: understanding, respect, and the unraveling of history within the tapestry of one's spirit. And so in heaven, amidst laughter and the stories of warriors, Custer became not a general of conflict but a keeper of narratives-a custodian of the past, ensuring no story would be forgotten again. Part 2. Intermission: The muse rose up underneath the devil's foot. “What will General George Armstrong Custer's healing and custodianship be?”. “Fool!” laughed the devil. And the devil threw the muse to the ground.

Great video!

No expert of Custer's Last Stand but having learned Trooper Gustave Korn's story, doesn't that mean there was in fact a survivor? He was w/ Keough's company - one of those Custer took w/ him - and somehow got to Reno Hill. Approaching the ford his horse bolted INTO the river AND THRU the indian village riding all the way south back to/thru Reno's skirmish line! Too crazy to be NOT true I guess. ;-)

A lot of these men became great officers ànd nco's and fought with my grandfather at Seoul and the frozen chosin in Korea

No doubt reno panicked,gd video

Thank you for the free content never mind that this documentary is just plain WRONG from the get-go. For starters, there was no Idaho in those days. And they never travelled through what was to be Idaho--why would they consider taking Hasting's Cutoff if they were in what was to become Idaho? Get a map! Also, a few of the families, namely the Reeds, lost their carriage well before Donner Lake. Jedediah Smith was the first known American to cross the Great Salt Lake Desert.

I read Sledge's book. Terrifying to think about what took place.

What was the distance between Calhoun Hill and Last Stand Hill?

I’m enjoying this series, thank you! Are you allowed to walk on the actual battlefield or do you have to stay on walking paths? I plan on going in 2026. Thanks again 😊

IT AKES NO SINCE WHY WOULD TERRY THROW ROCKS ATCTHE STUDENTS?

A good start , but from late 42 through 43 and into 44, there was a greater presence of non US Army , Marine and Naval air .

My Mother's Brother, John Alvin Kuhn was Coxswain on one of the Higgins Boats. He never spoke about the experiences of this and other campaigns in the South Pacific until his final years. He became associated with a veterans group in northern Alabama that managed to get him to final open up about what they all had been through. During a trip to Pearl Harbor, they were given a program and lecture about Tawara, the battle and on going efforts to recover American Dead on the island. He informed the speaker that he had been part of a burial detail after the battle and pointed out to the speaker several places on the map of the island where he had assisted in the burial of Marines. The speaker was grateful to get this information. My Uncle was in his late 80's then and still vividly remembered. B.T.W. he was my inspiration, for enlisting in the Navy 1968-72

Thank you,,,, Footage I've never seen, is hard to come by,new subscriber!

🎪The Birdcage is beginning to look like a storage shed..srsly??...wth🎪

Man I wish you made more manifestation docs

that is a PHENOMENAL photo at 1:21 it really illustrates how close the Japanese came to taking Henderson Field during the Battle of Edson's Ridge.

I WAS SO SHCKED WHEN I FIRST WATCHED THIS VIDEO. R.I.P TO THOSE WHO DIED AND THOSE WHO WERE KILLED.

Soldiers should have waited, even if the Indians temporarily moved away. Always another time when the numbers are in your favor

036 Schimmel Crossing

thank you good slow camera pan

By 1944, Peleliu could easily have been bypassed like a dozen other Japanese held islands during the war- and it wouldn't have made any difference. As a matter of fact there was much debate about doing just that, but it was decided to go ahead with taking the island anyway. It was a terrible battle for both sides and needless bloodshed for American troops in particular. It did nothing to speed up the final surrender of Japan.

Another great book about Peleliu is "Marine at War" by USMC Rifleman Russell Davis. He describes his experiences on Peleliu, Okinawa, and R&R on Pavuvu. Those men and women truly were The Greatest Generation.

Good, overall description, thank you.

USS Portland stands out with her dazzle paint scheme

No shadow, im not impressed.

Orbs ???? Didn't see them.

a lil extra with the music........

My 2nd cousin earned silver star there. No one in our family ever even knew he'd been there until after he'd died of old age maybe 10 years ago. He never said a word. Peleliu was a c*nt. RIP o7

The Drone footage with the mini-map perspective is so helpful. Thanks for your videos.

it has been since proven that they did eat each other for survival after the 1st or 2nd rescue group but because everyone was so starved at that point there was no meat on them so n order to actually get an nutrients they had to eat each others organs

The airfields on Peleliu and Anguar are repaired. And active. A plane landed on Peleliu this year! The museum is being renovated.

America is going thru coup # 2

80 years ago! Hard to believe. This battle is the same amount of time in the past to us as the Civil War would have been to the Marines seen in this battle footage. And today, Japan is a close military ally ... as is Germany, for that matter. Even Vietnam is at this point an ally against China.

Back in the days before AIPAC and Israel controlled the US military deployments.

Worse mistake in ww2 , Adm Halsey told them to canx the landing .