On this day in 1941, the Japanese launched a sneak attack on the U.S. Pacific fleet at Pearl Harbor, decimating it, and plunged us into WW2. The U.S. brought the war to an end in 1945 by dropping two atomic bombs on Japan, forcing her to surrender. I am reading Hell to Pay by D.M. Giangreco, written in 2009 and updated this year, which lays out in sobering detail the U.S. plans to invade Japan in 1945 (Kyushu) and 1946 (Honshu). It also examines detailed Japanese plans for homeland defense.
U.S. casualties were estimated to be one million. Japanese casualties were estimated to be ten million. The book makes clear that Japan would not have given up without the shocking event of the two nuclear detonations, as it was a militarized nation of fanatical, committed people who were induced by their leaders and culture to fight to the death, as epitomized by their asymmetrical and effective use of kamikazes against American warships.
It would have been a bloody battle to the death for U.S. servicemen against soldiers, old men, women and young children, many armed with sharpened sticks. For instance, the Japanese civilians on Saipan famously leaped to their deaths off cliffs, carrying their children with them, rather than surrender to U.S. personnel who were beseeching them to give up in end-of-the-battle mopping up. The U.S. estimated it would lose 10% of its fleet to kamikazes in the invasion of Japan, figuring on Japan having 5,000 such planes. The Japanese actually had 12,000 planes hidden away, with ample supply of fuel for the purpose of one-way flights, and estimated they would destroy 20-50% of the U.S. fleet. They also had thousands of small, wooden motorboats ready for use in deadly nighttime suicidal attacks against U.S. ships, explosive-laden fast boats which, being wooden, would evade radar.
The book points out that after three years of war, Japan had "figured out" American tactics and invasion strategy and knew exactly which beaches the U.S. troops would storm ashore on and had been preparing to meet them in these final two battles for half a year or more. The Japanese deductions were 100% correct, on both islands, and the defenses were becoming more formidable by the day. They planned for massive kamikaze attacks on the fleet, opposition at the shoreline and a defense in depth, all the way up the large (compared to previous island battles) island. The kill-ratio of Japanese deaths to U.S. casualties had been dropping steadily as the war progressed from 5-1 to near equality. The opposing forces at or near the beachheads would have been at approximately a one-to-one ratio, not the preferred 3-1 ratio when launching an attack against heavily-defended positions. Civilians on both islands were being mustered into and trained in quasi-military brigades for use as cannon fodder, damage repair, road-building and even infiltration. To avoid the Americans' overwhelming superiority of firepower, especially from naval guns, the Japanese had several reserve divisions a day's travel by foot away from the battlefront, ready to appear at a disputed zone overnight.
Japan is a mountainous country with a rugged spine of mountains perfect for guerrilla warfare, which was being planned on if and when the battle went against the Japanese military forces. Japanese forces on previous island battlegrounds such as Guam successfully evaded U.S. forces for decades after the war, not knowing or believing that the war was over. Operations in Japan would likely have dragged on for years.
Japanese planning for homeland defense figured on using 100% of its population in the fight to the death. The Japanese supply lines were mere miles long, the U.S. supply lines stretched back thousands of miles with every single item having to arrive by ship. The Japanese even had some tanks on hand, and had modified an existing automatic hand-held weapon to be a deadly and effective tank-killer, overcoming a serious drawback they suffered from in other island battles, the inability to counter American tanks.
Consider how protracted, bloody and savage the battles of Iwo Jima and Okinawa had been, and multiply that horrendous experience ten-fold for U.S. forces thrust into the maelstrom. The U.S. planned on having five more nuclear bombs by the fall of 1945 when the first invasion forces went ashore on Kyushu in Operation Olympic, and planned to use them tactically at or near the beachheads. U.S. forces, with dangers unbeknownst yet in the nascent nuclear age, would have been fighting over radioactive ground!
My father was a Pacific war veteran who survived two horrific battles, Peleliu and Okinawa, where casualties ran one in three, and I have no doubt he would have been killed or maimed in participation in another all-out no-quarter asked for or given invasion. The author James Michener, a Pacific War veteran, has a letter in the appendix of Hell to Pay which lays out the feeling of indescribable relief such young men felt upon hearing that a super weapon had been used and the war was over and they would live!
Anyone who thinks that dropping the bomb on Japan in 1945 was obviously wrong, or that it was obviously racist (we used it on the only enemy we had left when its development was completed, as Germany had already surrendered, and the U.S. was in an almost desperate quandary as casualties mounted and more bloody fighting loomed because Japan would not surrender despite being beaten already and having its country totally devastated by conventional bombing), should read this book, become informed on the subject and think further on the matter.
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Thursday, December 7, 2017
Friday, December 7, 2012
The Greatest Generation
I wasn't alive on December 7, 1941, but the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor that day was the seminal event of my parents' lives. Lives that had been forged growing up during the depression.
The two events instilled in them, and their generation, a sense of solidarity and collective responsibility, a societal oneness and purpose, that has been steadily eroding ever since their children grew up in the American cornucopia that came out of World War II. With the coming of the baby boomers into the seat of power, the world has been sorely afflicted.
All those Vietnam drafter dodgers or deferrers brought us hard wars, men like the Great Bird Hunter (how many deferments, Dick?) and the Decider (where were you during your tour in the National Guard, Dubya?) who slept while 9/11 was revealed to them beforehand and botched the ensuing war, Neo-Cons who charged incompetently into the wrong war because that was the shock and awe of their wet dreams. Oh the inhumanity, the inhumanity wrought by the cowboy attitude and torture as foreign policy that came from them.
And those Masters of the Universe on Wall Street with their reckless trading and obscene paydays who brought down the whole world economy and put off most Americans' retirements by at least a decade, shame! MBA programs (like the one Dubya took) should start teaching bonafide ethics courses.
My parents, who weathered the Great Depression and rolled back the rising tide of evil in the world during a great war, were part of a generation of doers and can-doers who gave us the secure world we grew up in, a world much greater than they were born into, through prudence, industriousness, responsibility, charity and togetherness. Seventy-one years after 9/11, what will our children write about us?
The two events instilled in them, and their generation, a sense of solidarity and collective responsibility, a societal oneness and purpose, that has been steadily eroding ever since their children grew up in the American cornucopia that came out of World War II. With the coming of the baby boomers into the seat of power, the world has been sorely afflicted.
All those Vietnam drafter dodgers or deferrers brought us hard wars, men like the Great Bird Hunter (how many deferments, Dick?) and the Decider (where were you during your tour in the National Guard, Dubya?) who slept while 9/11 was revealed to them beforehand and botched the ensuing war, Neo-Cons who charged incompetently into the wrong war because that was the shock and awe of their wet dreams. Oh the inhumanity, the inhumanity wrought by the cowboy attitude and torture as foreign policy that came from them.
And those Masters of the Universe on Wall Street with their reckless trading and obscene paydays who brought down the whole world economy and put off most Americans' retirements by at least a decade, shame! MBA programs (like the one Dubya took) should start teaching bonafide ethics courses.
My parents, who weathered the Great Depression and rolled back the rising tide of evil in the world during a great war, were part of a generation of doers and can-doers who gave us the secure world we grew up in, a world much greater than they were born into, through prudence, industriousness, responsibility, charity and togetherness. Seventy-one years after 9/11, what will our children write about us?
Sunday, December 7, 2008
The worst birthday is...
It was just an off-hand remark. I said to an office mate, "My birthday is the worst of the year."
She knew my birthdate. She let me have it, deservedly so, I guess.
You see, my birthday is April 15th. Any American knows that that's income tax day. Who could celebrate such a day?
My work compatriot let me know that the real worst day of the year to have a birthday now is September 11th.
Okay. That's a recent occurrence. Any American knows exactly where they were on September 11th, 2001, when radical Islam attacked America, in the name of God I guess. I am still waiting to see if there is anything other than radical Islam.
By my office mate's logic though, December 7th is a terrible day to have a birthday, too. Do you know why? If you don't, you need to be on the Internet less and to read more.
Today is Pearl Harbor day, when the Japanese attacked the unprepared American fleet in Hawaii and scored a significant tactical victory by, in effect, sinking our entire Pacific battleship fleet. But they suffered a devastating strategic loss that day because they awakened a sleeping juggernaut, and also missed all of our carriers. On that Sunday in 1941 they won World War I but lost World War II, for Germany too. They refought the last war.
Is any of this familiar?
Did you know that today is or was a special day for America?
I still think that that having a birthday on April 15th sucks.
She knew my birthdate. She let me have it, deservedly so, I guess.
You see, my birthday is April 15th. Any American knows that that's income tax day. Who could celebrate such a day?
My work compatriot let me know that the real worst day of the year to have a birthday now is September 11th.
Okay. That's a recent occurrence. Any American knows exactly where they were on September 11th, 2001, when radical Islam attacked America, in the name of God I guess. I am still waiting to see if there is anything other than radical Islam.
By my office mate's logic though, December 7th is a terrible day to have a birthday, too. Do you know why? If you don't, you need to be on the Internet less and to read more.
Today is Pearl Harbor day, when the Japanese attacked the unprepared American fleet in Hawaii and scored a significant tactical victory by, in effect, sinking our entire Pacific battleship fleet. But they suffered a devastating strategic loss that day because they awakened a sleeping juggernaut, and also missed all of our carriers. On that Sunday in 1941 they won World War I but lost World War II, for Germany too. They refought the last war.
Is any of this familiar?
Did you know that today is or was a special day for America?
I still think that that having a birthday on April 15th sucks.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Go For Broke
A week ago I asked if anyone knew this little memorial in the city of big monuments. Someone at work came up and correctly told me she knew what and where it was (barely a stone's throw from Union Station) but no one else showed any knowledge of it. Too bad, because it's a serene, beautiful little park, made poignant by the injustice it depicts.

Amidst the hysteria that followed the surprise bombing of our Pacific fleet by the Japanese on December 7, 1941, many or most Japanese Americans on the west coast were rounded up and interned for the rest of the war in concentration camps scattered about the western part of the country. These Americans suffered incredible hardships, and many lost all they had worked so hard for. Yet their sons, brothers, fathers or husbands volunteered in droves to fight for America, and the Nisei unit comprised of these men earned distinction for their uncommon heroism in combat and suffered horrendous casualties fighting against the Nazis in Italy, France and Germany.

The Japanese American Memorial is a tiny little park, bordered by cherry blossom trees symbolizing the delicate and ephemeral nature of life, with the centerpiece being two cranes restrained by barbed wire, struggling to free themselves. The walls surrounding them have the names of the "relocation camps" with the number of internees at each place carved into them.
It is a magnificent memorial and I love going there. Every December 7th and Memorial Day this small park is a mandatory stop on my run that day.

Amidst the hysteria that followed the surprise bombing of our Pacific fleet by the Japanese on December 7, 1941, many or most Japanese Americans on the west coast were rounded up and interned for the rest of the war in concentration camps scattered about the western part of the country. These Americans suffered incredible hardships, and many lost all they had worked so hard for. Yet their sons, brothers, fathers or husbands volunteered in droves to fight for America, and the Nisei unit comprised of these men earned distinction for their uncommon heroism in combat and suffered horrendous casualties fighting against the Nazis in Italy, France and Germany.

The Japanese American Memorial is a tiny little park, bordered by cherry blossom trees symbolizing the delicate and ephemeral nature of life, with the centerpiece being two cranes restrained by barbed wire, struggling to free themselves. The walls surrounding them have the names of the "relocation camps" with the number of internees at each place carved into them.

Friday, December 7, 2007
December 7th

December 7, a date which will live in infamy.
On that day in 1941, Japanese naval aircraft flying off aircraft carriers bombed the U.S. fleet at Pearl Harbor in a surprise attack. They sank or damaged all the U.S. battleships in the Pacific. The sneak attack brought the U.S. into WW2, which changed the country, and the world, forever.
What the Japanese didn’t get at Pearl Harbor were any of the U.S. carriers, which were elsewhere. Perhaps unknown just then, carriers were the true behemoths of the oceans, and the Japanese lost the war on the first day by missing them. But it was a long and bloody road to Tokyo and Berlin from the debacle at Pearl Harbor.
My father and all of my uncles fought in WW2. One was a Marine radioman who fought in two island battles in the Pacific. One was a Marine Gunnery Officer on board a warship which participated in numerous combat operations. One was an Army officer in the Philippines engaged in mopping up scattered Japanese forces after the battle for Manila. One flew a B-25 in the North African campaign. Thankfully they all returned unscathed (except for, perhaps, horrible life-long nightmares). All have since departed except for one who lives in a nursing home in Colorado, cared for by his loving daughter.
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