||Every week end a group
of us would requisition a truck from the motor pool for touring the
Island. At that time there were hardly any roads, mostly mud trails
under construction by the Corps of Engineers. It really required a
truck to go most anywhere. Favorite trips were
|to Suicide Cliff where reportedly
10,000 Japanese jumped to their death.Also a favorite was any accessible
beach area, as they were still covered with landing barges and military
vehicles from the war.
|A bulldozer was working on one of the
roads which cut very close to a large Okinawan burial area, and clipped
the corner of one of the Mausoleums. It appeared the dead were placed
in these above ground structures.
A friend accompanied me on the next week end back to the damaged burial
site. A large stone had been moved by the bulldozer leaving an area
just large enough to crawl through.I told my friend to stand watch
while I crawled inside to photograph the interior, never done before.
It was so musty inside I could hardly
||breathe, pitch dark except
for a small stream of light coming through the opening. Suddenly I
heard a lot of screaming and yelling outside. A group of men from
the village were trying to move the stone and close the opening, subjecting
me to a horrible fate. I fought my way out, my friend and I were chased
and beaten with sticks as we ran for our lives.
If you are still reading this you are probably wondering how could anyone
be so ignorant as to do such a despicable act. I have no explanation, even
questioning my own sanity at the time. I am forced to relive this nightmare
over and over even to this day