<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12049962</id><updated>2011-12-13T20:00:18.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories from the Rock</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futenma3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12049962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futenma3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03305537769552973654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/108/3717/400/13.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12049962.post-111324702074535608</id><published>2005-04-11T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T13:46:17.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okinawa in the late 50's and early 60's part 2</title><content type='html'>Here is another great story I received from Ed Begley. Make sure to visit his site at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scn.org/%7Ebegley"&gt;http://www.scn.org/~begley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about Okinawa in the late '50's and early '60's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1960, there was an earthquake in Chili. That morning, we&lt;br /&gt;heard on the Armed Forces Radio Station that it had caused a&lt;br /&gt;tsunami that would hit Okinawa that afternoon at about 1:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;as it was crossing the Pacific at nearly 500 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;I checked out a jeep and asked for the afternoon off. I went up&lt;br /&gt;to the top of that hill just south of Ishikawa, and waited. I&lt;br /&gt;expected to see a huge wave coming across the ocean, but saw&lt;br /&gt;nothing. Then, right out of the blue, it came up right off the&lt;br /&gt;beach, a wave about 30 feet high. It crashed over the seawall,&lt;br /&gt;and went right into town. Most of the Okinawans had been warned,&lt;br /&gt;and had left town for high ground. One Okinawan was killed&lt;br /&gt;because he saw the wave hit the seawall, and hid in his water&lt;br /&gt;well. The sea water filled the well up, and he got trapped under&lt;br /&gt;the concrete lid. Oh well, stupid is as stupid does. I wrote a&lt;br /&gt;letter to the newspaper in which I suggested they court martial&lt;br /&gt;his mother for giving birth to an idiot. They did not print it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, right after the wave went back out, the Okinawans came&lt;br /&gt;down from the hills, and went fishing. There were fish all over&lt;br /&gt;town... trapped when the wave went out. There were thousands of&lt;br /&gt;them of every possible kind. Years later, in college, I learned&lt;br /&gt;that Tsunamis at sea are only about two inches high. It's when&lt;br /&gt;the hit the sloping sand near a beach that they rare up and&lt;br /&gt;become a wave. That's why they are called Tsunami's. In&lt;br /&gt;Japanese, it means, "Harbor Wave." Also in 1960, the CG had an&lt;br /&gt;extra three million dollars worth of supplies stored out at Camp&lt;br /&gt;Tengan... above what was authorized. I guess he heard there&lt;br /&gt;were congressional investigators on the way to inspect the&lt;br /&gt;storage area because the duty section at Camp Butler was called&lt;br /&gt;out at midnight to get rid of the evidence. We hauled a whole&lt;br /&gt;warehouse full of sea rations out, and pushed them off the&lt;br /&gt;cliffs into the ocean, pallets and all. Some of the pallets had&lt;br /&gt;other stuff on them but in the dark, I couldn't always tell what&lt;br /&gt;it was. I remember seeing some marked Field Kitchen, Lanterns,&lt;br /&gt;Cold Weather Clothing, 782 Gear, etc., but can't remember all of&lt;br /&gt;it. Anyway, the investigators found an empty warehouse, and the&lt;br /&gt;CG was happy. We were told not to discuss our midnight mission&lt;br /&gt;with anyone... ever. I went down there a couple of days later,&lt;br /&gt;and the whole ocean under the cliffs was a mad house with&lt;br /&gt;Okinawan fishing boats, and men diving for the stuff on the&lt;br /&gt;bottom. A week later, Black Market alley in Naha was full of&lt;br /&gt;rusty sea ration canned goods. The Okinawans loved sea rations.&lt;br /&gt;They'd take everything in the box except for the cigarettes and&lt;br /&gt;TP, and cook it all together, ham and lima beans, chocolate bar,&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon roll, coffee, creamer... all of it together, and call it&lt;br /&gt;"G.I. stew." I don't think they ever figured out that you're&lt;br /&gt;supposed to eat it separately. As for us, you could get a big&lt;br /&gt;bowl of osoba for 13 cents, and could live on three bowls a day.&lt;br /&gt;I loved those little hole-in-the-wall osoba meals. Oh yea, in&lt;br /&gt;1961, I was hunting wild pigs with a Model 97 riot gun -- You&lt;br /&gt;could check them out from special services for hunting. We were&lt;br /&gt;up north of Cam Schwab in the hills. I was slowly working my way&lt;br /&gt;up the side of a hill so I could peek over the other side when I&lt;br /&gt;found a small cave... about a foot high and wide. It looked like&lt;br /&gt;falling rocks had covered up the entrance to a much larger cave&lt;br /&gt;so I called the other guys, and we started rolling down the big&lt;br /&gt;stones. When we got the hole big enough to see inside, we had to&lt;br /&gt;use an emergency signal mirror to shine some light inside.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, there was a Japanese 70 mm field gun and about a hundred&lt;br /&gt;rounds of ammo laying all over the cave. The boxes had rotted&lt;br /&gt;away, and the ammo had tumbled all over the place. We decide to&lt;br /&gt;NOT enter the cave because it might have been booby trapped, or&lt;br /&gt;the ammo might have become unstable. We went on with our&lt;br /&gt;hunting, but never saw a wild boar. That evening, I stopped by&lt;br /&gt;the office of the Camp Schwab Provost Marshal, and told the O.D.&lt;br /&gt;what we'd found. The next morning, the 1st Sgt, told me to&lt;br /&gt;report to the Camp Schwab O.D. I was to lead the E.O.D. people&lt;br /&gt;to the cave. When we got there, the cave was empty, but you could&lt;br /&gt;still see the wheel tracks, and where the ammos had been on the&lt;br /&gt;floor of the cave. Some Okinawan must have see us uncover the&lt;br /&gt;cave, and brought his friends back after dark to haul it out.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the Gunny if the Okinawans would use it, and he said,&lt;br /&gt;"No, by now it's cut up into scrap metal." Later that day, I&lt;br /&gt;went to the library, and found a book with pictures of Japanese&lt;br /&gt;guns in it. The gun turned out to be a 70 mm "Handmaiden"&lt;br /&gt;combination mortar/howitzer. I figure a bomb or shell had blown&lt;br /&gt;rocks down over the entrance, and the Japanese had lost the&lt;br /&gt;location before the Battle of Okinawa ever started. I'll be the&lt;br /&gt;gun crew was buried alive in another cave nearby. Later, I heard&lt;br /&gt;that American G.I's regularly found Japanese caves with guns,&lt;br /&gt;long spoiled food, and other equipment in them. I'll bet there&lt;br /&gt;are still hundreds or thousands of covered up caves on Okinawa&lt;br /&gt;and the surrounding islands. In the 15 months I was on Okinawa,&lt;br /&gt;I never did spot a wild pig... well, except for those in that&lt;br /&gt;little alley just north of Kadena's back gate. 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I have some stories to&lt;br /&gt;tell, and you have my permission to post as you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with H&amp;S Bn., Camp Butler, but promptly went TAD to Camp&lt;br /&gt;Koza for instruction in the use of explosives. While there, we&lt;br /&gt;were shown some examples of how, and how not to blow up enemy&lt;br /&gt;fortifications, bridges, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive up the East Coast to Ishikawa, and you'll see an example&lt;br /&gt;of how not to destroy a bridge. The retreating Japanese blew the&lt;br /&gt;bridge to prevent Marine tanks from crossing, but actually&lt;br /&gt;created a double apron ramp for the marines to cross. The&lt;br /&gt;Marines just bulldozed some dirt into the breech, and made it&lt;br /&gt;stronger than the original bridge. By '59 the dirt had washed&lt;br /&gt;away, but you could still see how it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explored many caves and tunnels up north of Cam Schwab,&lt;br /&gt;including some that are probably still being used to grow&lt;br /&gt;mushrooms. These were not fighting tunnels, but were used by the&lt;br /&gt;Japanese for storage, and artillery emplacements. They are hundreds&lt;br /&gt;of yards deep with many side storage rooms. They were not blown&lt;br /&gt;because you can't blow up a cave, or tunnel. You'll only make it&lt;br /&gt;bigger by trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Koza was just SE of the east end of B.C. St. in those days.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we all lived in quansit huts back then, but by '64&lt;br /&gt;Futima had some brick bks. as did Camp Schwab, which was new&lt;br /&gt;then. I just heard Camp Schwab is being closed down soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another Marine and I are probably the only men who have&lt;br /&gt;explored the wagonwheel tunnels complex under Shuri Castle. In&lt;br /&gt;1960, we discovered an open Japanese pill box beside the road to the&lt;br /&gt;University, about half way up at the switch back. We got several&lt;br /&gt;rolls of kite string from the Kadena PX, a couple of G.I. issue&lt;br /&gt;battle lanterns, and rubber boots, and went inside. We walked&lt;br /&gt;for hundreds of yards in ankle deep water. There were many side&lt;br /&gt;tunnels, but we had to be very careful because there were also&lt;br /&gt;big holes you could fall into. We used long walking sticks to&lt;br /&gt;test the water depth in front of each step we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found these little cutouts in the side of the tunnel, and&lt;br /&gt;each still had Japanese rifles, and grenades stored in them. The&lt;br /&gt;rifles had all the wooden parts rotted away, and were so rusty&lt;br /&gt;they were of no value. The grenades had the wooden stick rotted&lt;br /&gt;out, and when we picked them up, we poured out what had been the&lt;br /&gt;explosives inside them. It came out like a grey creamy gravy. I&lt;br /&gt;shipped back about a hundred of them to my brother, and he sold&lt;br /&gt;them to surplus stores in L.A. for $1.00 each. That was nearly a&lt;br /&gt;months pay back then, and well worth the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, we didn't know it was against regulations to enter&lt;br /&gt;a tomb, but half way in, we started finding skeletons... lots of&lt;br /&gt;them in the shallow water. There were thousands of them, and we&lt;br /&gt;had been walking through them without even knowing it. They'd&lt;br /&gt;crunch when stepped on, kinda like walking through dry kindling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other Marine, now dead, found several intact skulls, and&lt;br /&gt;while I was collecting grenades, he collected skulls in his bag.&lt;br /&gt;A week later, he got caught with them during inspection, and&lt;br /&gt;almost got a court martial for having them. He smashed them up,&lt;br /&gt;and put them in the dumpster, and didn't get to sell any of them&lt;br /&gt;back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know more about the fortifications there, so went to&lt;br /&gt;see my 1st Sgt. who had been there during the battle. He said&lt;br /&gt;they had bulldozed dirt over all the known openings, and dumped&lt;br /&gt;1200 gallons of gasoline down the air vents up at Shuri Castle.&lt;br /&gt;Later, they found survivors who said there were 20,000 Japanese and&lt;br /&gt;Okinawans in the tunnel complex when the gas was set off by&lt;br /&gt;grenades. They had all suffocated with the exception of a few&lt;br /&gt;who escaped out of the pill box opening we had found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard about She-She Omma, located about 1/4 mile south of&lt;br /&gt;Cam Butler, and 100 yards off to the east of the highway. It's&lt;br /&gt;an ancient castle fortress, and was a Japanese observation post&lt;br /&gt;during the first hours of the battle for Okinawa. The Marines&lt;br /&gt;captured their fist prisoner there. He had hid down in a crack&lt;br /&gt;that no American could get down into. He came out when the&lt;br /&gt;Marines told him in Japanese that they were going to throw&lt;br /&gt;grenades in it. I couldn't hope to get in that crack, so put my&lt;br /&gt;camera on a long stick, and shoved it down in there to take a&lt;br /&gt;picture around the corner. It turned out my camera was out of&lt;br /&gt;film, so I still don't know what's down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the same technique in that big rock cave on the golf&lt;br /&gt;course at Kadena AFB. Right after you enter the Kadena back gate&lt;br /&gt;at Koza, you'll go past the golf course. On your right, there is&lt;br /&gt;a cave cut in a huge rock. I started working my way back in&lt;br /&gt;there, but came across the biggest friggin' many legged red&lt;br /&gt;thing I ever saw, and retreated. Didn't want that critter up my&lt;br /&gt;pants leg, so took some photos with the stick trick, and sure&lt;br /&gt;enough, there were many, many big red bugs down there. I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't see any evidence of them, but Top said there should&lt;br /&gt;have been four skeletons back in there. They couldn't get&lt;br /&gt;them out after the battle, so left them in there to rot after&lt;br /&gt;they tried to burn them up h gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a lot of fishing from the cliffs at White Beach, and&lt;br /&gt;from a boat in Naha Bay. You could hire a motor boat with guide&lt;br /&gt;for $4/5.00 a day, and the fishing was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a real treat, go to the South Docks at Naha, and&lt;br /&gt;buy some baby octopus. They nail them to the wharf to dry, and&lt;br /&gt;they taste something like chewy popcorn with a great flavor when&lt;br /&gt;dried that way. Just bite off a little piece of each leg, and&lt;br /&gt;chew, chew, chew it. Don't eat the squid, it smells and tastes&lt;br /&gt;like shit. God it stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd stay out of the caves on Sugarloaf Hill, and all of those&lt;br /&gt;south of Naha. The U.S. shelled them so much that the caves are&lt;br /&gt;unstable, and could cave in on you. I'd usually just take a look&lt;br /&gt;inside, but they were blown to crap, and the Okinawans had&lt;br /&gt;looted all the stuff out of them. Also, stay out of the&lt;br /&gt;turttleback tombs. There is some Japanese stuff in them ,but they are&lt;br /&gt;mostly Okinawan tombs, and they'll kill you if they catch you in&lt;br /&gt;one of their tombs. Also, it's a crime to enter them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Japanese midget sub right off the beach on the Motobu&lt;br /&gt;Point. I've been inside it, but the Okinawans had taken all the&lt;br /&gt;brass stuff out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you know that a lone Japanese soldier was killed in 1956 just&lt;br /&gt;north of Cam Schwab. He had been living in a Japanese supply cave&lt;br /&gt;completely sealed off from the outside for 11 years until he ran&lt;br /&gt;out of food. When the food ran out, he dug his way out, and&lt;br /&gt;walked into town. On the way, he killed a 12 year old girl for&lt;br /&gt;her dress. Apparently, he thought that was what people were&lt;br /&gt;wearing. After the girl was reported murdered, an Okinawan cop&lt;br /&gt;spotted this guy wearing her dress, and shot him on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for sea stories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed Begley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I've known Masahide Ota for many years. He's a former governor of Okinawa,&lt;br /&gt;and once told that as soon as the Okinawans can get rid of the Marines,&lt;br /&gt;they plan to secede from Japan. They know the Japanese won't fight them&lt;br /&gt;for the island, and think that's why they keep the Marines there...&lt;br /&gt;to suppress any revolt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12049962-111324683766927839?l=futenma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futenma3.blogspot.com/feeds/111324683766927839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12049962&amp;postID=111324683766927839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12049962/posts/default/111324683766927839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12049962/posts/default/111324683766927839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futenma3.blogspot.com/2005/04/okinawa-in-late-50s-and-early-60s.html' title='Okinawa in the late 50&apos;s and early 60&apos;s'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03305537769552973654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/108/3717/400/13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
