Itokazu Abuchiragama

Umi Chinen, resident of Itokazu area (35 years old then.)

Keeping out of the war

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Fully armed soldiers in Itokazu too.

I remember that day, in July 1944. The Take Unit was stationed in Gusukuson (present Nanjo City Gusuku ). II saw fully armed soldiers coming from Naha, walking in a long line in the midsummer heat. Some of them, exhausted, fell down and I felt pity for them.
Soon after, soldiers came to the Itokazu sugar refinery. The village is located on high ground and surrounded by cliffs. The soldiers started digging their base pit wise in the hard bedrock. Food was scarce and they worked with chisels and hammers, sweating and covered with mud under the blazing sun, starving. Almost every morning at 10:00 and every afternoon at 3:00, the Itokazu villagers brought tea, brown sugar and sweet potatoes to the encampments close to their homes and fields.
The Take Unit was an elite troop where discipline was extreme, and entering civilian houses was strictly prohibited. Therefore, their presence was welcomed by most villagers, and a kind of neighborly atmosphere developed near the encampments. Encampment constructions proceeded well and trenches for tanks were excavated, east of the Itokazu castle ruins. Besides, the Take Unit also conducted measurement of the Itokazu trench (Abuchira gama ) and praised it as a magnificent natural encampment.

My elder son's school evacuation and the October 10th air-raid.

In August, my elder son told me there would be school evacuation. I got very worried because I'd heard about the shipwreck of the Taimamaru, the school evacuation ship, and I knew the trip to the mainland wasn't safe . But in september, the decision to evacuate was made. Watching my son moving toward the evacuation ship on a barge, I was bursting with sorrow, thinking it was our last goodbye.
October 10th 1944 was the day of the big air-raid over Naha. From the cliff of the Itokazu horse-riding ground, we could see thick black clouds of smoke rising from the streets, and lots of planes flying in the sky. The villagers and soldiers thought they were watching some big maneuvers. But later, a soldier who was on that day delivering a message in Naha, told me that bombs and napalm were dropped, and that the city turned into a sea of fire. Many civilians were burnt to death. Yet, this well-trained soldier quickly found shelter in an old graveyard where he led the people around them, saving lots of lives.
When he tried to get back to Itokazu, he had a hard time finding his way. He couldn't stop crying, walking along streets burnt to ashes, and he just kept going eastward, until he saw Itokazu from the top of a hill. I am still in contact with this soldier whose named is Masashi Uruga. He lives in good health at Matsumoto City.

Guns firing from ships in the open sea off Okutake

The Take Unit was transferred to Taiwan in December 1944. It was supposed to be top military secret matter, but the villagers guessed, and said their farewells to the unit. The Tama 7073 Unit took over. It was a military engineer unit and they undertook right away the maintenance of the Abuchiragama trench. The villagers were paid to participate in the work. Half of the civilian houses were rented and used as barracks.
March 23rd ( or 24th )1945. It was equinoxial time and we had been busy preparing a feast since morning. It was graduation day too, and we had almost forgotten the war, when we heard guns firing from ships off Okutake. The exploding shells rose up clouds of dust around Maekawa and Gushikami. The open sea was full of bombarding battleships. We forgot about the feast and took refuge in the nearest trench.

Injured soldiers and civilian refugees too in the Itokazu trench.

The US army landed in the central area and while the Urasoe and Shuri battles were raging, many injured soldiers were carried every day to the Itokazu trench. But the trench wasn't large enough and there were also rows of numerous stretchers behind the trees, near the civilian houses.
The war dead were buried properly and grave markers erected in the fields nearby. However, as the front drew near Itokazu, the situation became dangerous. The war dead were wrapped in blankets and lain in deep cavities of the trench. In the early 1950s, remains of unknown soldiers were gathered and enshrined in the Soul Tower, in the south. Beside villagers, there were lots of refugees in Itokazu. In my home, the main house and the cattle shed sheltered dozens of people. Yet, when a shell exploded in the close neighborhood, striking a tall Chinese banyan, and when another one fell unexploded 1m from it, the refugees ran away without a word.

I witnessed the horrible tragedy of war

One day before dawn, I was going down to the river to do my laundry and I stepped on a slimy thing. I fumbled. It felt like a lump of meat. Thinking some dog had brought it there, I left it on a branch, planning to pick it up later on my way back. I came back at daybreak and got a terrible shock when I actually saw the lump of meat : it was the cheek flesh of a human head. The limbs and flesh of a few men were scattered everywhere around. Once again, I'd just witnessed the horrible tragedy of war.
The cave located beneath the southern cliff of the castle ruins was actually the ammunition warehouse. From the cave to the outskirts of the village, women were in charge of packing the ammunition to be delivered to the Shuri Front. Among the packing squad, there were also Korean " women of comfort " who kept crying. From the village to the Shuri and Urasoe fronts, Itokazu residents, the defense corps and the volunteer corps, were in charge of delivering the ammunition. As for me, I helped treating the wounds. I also helped with funerals. The war dead were buried in a field south of the horse-riding ground.

Under the heavy rain, an injured soldier was losing his bowels

On a heavily rainy day, an injured soldier who was losing his bowels, managed to come near my house. I had heard that soldiers who could walk went south on May 25th, and that the severely injured ones who couldn't walk were given some potassium cyanide to use when time would come.
Since he had struggled to come to me, I thought he'd rather die in a bright place than in a dark cave. There was a military kitchen nearby. I asked the people there to make some rice porridge, and I treated him for a week. His wound got better and he was soon able to walk. When he told me he wanted to go south, I found a young villager who took him to Funakoshi. We said goodbye under the pouring rain and he warmly thanked me for having nursed him when he was about to die in Itokazu. He was a native of Fukuoka prefecture, and a former postman. He didn't know whether his son, a preparatory soldier, was dead or alive. Unfortunately, I forgot his name.

Taking my second son to find shelter in Abuchiragama

Around June 1st, my second son and I left our small trench to go to Abuchiragama. We joined there a dozen of severely injured soldiers and many civilian refugees. There was plenty of food inside the trench, but since we were given only one food ration per day, we went outside every night, digging for potatoes. It wasn't long until the enemy attacked Itokazu. They poured gasoline down the air hole of our Abuchiragama and set it on fire. But somehow, the fire went out, and soon the trench was filled with gas. Quickly, we covered ourselves with blankets, and waited 3 days until all the gas was blown away. In the meanwhile, old persons and infants had died.
Later, I was told that the US army first tried to attack the trench entrance with a small cannon. But it slipped and fell down. Next, they dug the ground with a machine to block the entrance with earth and bury us alive. But it didn't work. Finally they poured again gasoline down the air hole and tried to put it on fire.

On August 23rd, we came out of the trench, believing that Japan won the war. We didn't know the battle of Okinawa was over, and Japan had lost the war.

The war seems to belong to a very distant past.

The postwar period was hard times. They went by. And, as we were finally pulling together our lives, members of the Take Unit suddenly turned up. Having heard their ship to Taiwan sank and the whole unit had perished, we couldn't believe they survived. Neither could they believe we survived too. Our links with the Take Unit are still very strong today.
Around 1986, a man called Nagashima, from Chiba prefecture, called the commerce and industry association of Tamagusukuson and asked: " I've heard my father died during the war near Tamagusuku. Could you please check ?" So, I called Mr. Nagashima, and told him I was quite sure we buried his father. I tell all the details of that time to any relative of the war dead who comes to Itokazu : how war people died, where they were buried and that their remains are enshrined at the Soul Tower, in the south.
I feel now that those tragic times belong to a very distant past. And I pray for peace to last eternally.