There was no need for our machine gun at the airport. We moved into a tent camp on the other side of the island and went to work. We built roads and an airport. I did demolition work, blasting coral. Below is a copy of a previous blog.
I spent several months on Okinawa. I never did see a Japanese soldier. I am glad that the Marines did not ask for help. Back on the Palau Islands they did. When I went to help them I got a bullet in each leg. Seriously, I have nothing but admiration and respect for the Marines and the Army Infantry. When they go to work it is against bullets almost every time. They deserve our thanks and respect.
Below are some snapshots from my time on Okinawa.
The building behind us is the mess hall.
On my way to the shower.
Five of the best combat engineers.
Very interesting to me, since my own father was a Marine officer who was wounded on Okinawa (sniper got him with a glancing shot off his head - left him blind for quite awhile). You and he were there at the same time. I should mention my father did not talk about his combat experiences until after I myself spent several years on active duty - then he opened up to me about it (scary stuff) but never did to my non-vet siblings. I think it's good to see you talk about it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment. If you read my war service story which I am in the middle of telling on my blog you can see that my war experience was pretty mild compared to your father or Sledge. I got close enough.
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