Chapter 29
THEY THAT MAKE THEM ARE LIKE UNTO THEM
(U.S.
MCAS Iwakuni, Yamaguchi Prefecture, Japan. Part 2. From 1 May 1974 thru 31
August 1974.)
The
U.S.A. completed its military pullout of South Viet Nam at the end of March last
year (1973) upon the communist enemy agreeing to stay put in the areas they
presently occupied and the enemy clearly promised not to wage offensive warfare
to conquer more territory in South Viet Nam. As they smiled and shook hands
upon completing that treaty, all the while, that treacherous, lying, deceitful
enemy was busy planning to conquer all of South Viet Nam. They soon slowly
began that aggression, and steadily sped it up as they saw that no nation on
earth dare come back to defend freedom in South Viet Nam.
So,
thru out 1974, we Marine officers here at Iwakuni stay keenly abreast of that
rapidly deteriorating situation, thinking that possibly any time a flash order
might come from Washington, D. C., sending us rushing back into war in South
Viet Nam. That prospect weighs quite heavily on our minds thru out this year.
But likely U.S. President Nixon had already firmly decided that our nation
would simply stand by and do nothing as South Viet Nam fell to murderous
communism.
(I
give the above “news bulletin” at the start of this chapter and now continue
with my daily life at this time.)
Thursday
2 May 1974: This morning my squadron (MABS 12) has a change of command
ceremony. Our CO (Lt. Col. Carroll) is leaving and our XO (Major E.) is
replacing him as our commanding officer. For weeks I have been a key officer in
planning this important ceremony, supervising practices of it, writing up its
formal program and such. More than 1 practice session was poorly performed.
Thus I’m plenty on edge this morn, and am much relieved upon seeing the entire
ceremony go thru as planned with no embarrassing mistakes by anyone.
A
few days ago, Captain Doug D. was transferred to MABS 12 to now become our
executive officer as Major E. moves up to CO. Tho Doug is 4 to 6 years senior
to me in rank and is also now my squadron’s executive officer, he treats me as
a fellow captain and is most fair to us officers under him. I’m
careful to stay in my place and not try to get too familiar with him as a
fellow captain, seeing that he is years senior to me, and also my executive
officer. Thus Captain Doug and I get along together fine. Also, Major E.
doesn’t require the impossible from me like the previous CO did at times. Thus because of these changes at this
time, life at work greatly improves for me, much to my relief.
Upon
completing the change of command official ceremony in the morning, our squadron
takes off work for an afternoon picnic to celebrate the change. Attendance at
the picnic is not required, so I don’t attend. I ride a train SW to Yanai
station and walk the lovely countryside with rice paddies stair-stepped up
steep hillsides where thick clusters of lovely, small, daisy-like flowers
abound around the borders of the flat paddies. Then I have a most fun time
playing with children whom I bump into on the narrow street of a village-like
area while the few adults who are around laugh at us as we play.
Tonight,
my squadron is having a formal reception at the officers’ club relating to the
change of command of our CO. All of us officers in MABS 12 are required to
attend. So when I show up on time for it at 7:30 PM, as soon as my new CO
(Major E.) sees me at the entrance, he gets up, comes to me and bluntly tells
me to leave because I am not a club member and thus am not allowed to come into
this club. That’s fine with me. I have no desire to be present at their
drunkenness. So I go eat supper in the officers’ chow hall.
From 29 April thru 5 May is known as Golden
Week in Japan with 3 or more national holidays. In 1974, the Japan Communist
Party is working hard trying to turn Japan into a communist nation. On May Day
(the 1st day of May), it is the custom of the communist party to be
highly visible in public with rallies, speeches and such.
Monday
6 May is a holiday. That day’s annual Open House at Marine Corps Air Station
Iwakuni is open to the public. Three mothers bring their handicapped children
from House of Sun. Izumi and Reiko come with them. Frank, Bob and I show these
Japanese friends around base for 4 hours or so, eating lunch with them in my
office. (They bring lunches. I get the key to my office complex from the duty
clerk so we can eat in quiet comfort here with a restroom available also.)
Aircraft
are on “static display” for all visitors to look at, take pictures of, and
such. I show the TA-4 and the A-6 to my Japanese friends. I wore my uniform for
this fun event and we take pictures of me with the children in their
wheelchairs in front of the planes I fly. Later I give them copies of the
pictures. They happily take them! This is a fun day for us all!
In
the 1970’s, each year the communist party shows up in large numbers (in
opposition to our presence) when U.S. military bases in Japan hold an annual
Open House. This morning when I met my Japanese friends at the gate to guide
them in, many young communists (each one’s face hidden behind a red cloth mask)
were outside the gate passing out their literature to everyone. They came on
base (wearing their masks) along with the rest of the public. It made my blood
boil to see them taking many close-up pictures of the entire exterior of each
of our aircrafts. Supposedly there’s nothing secret about the aircraft
that’s visible to their cameras. Thus our military permits such picture taking.
Communist nations never allow such on their military bases.
Tuesday
7 May 1974: I previously asked to take the day off from work. Permission was
granted. I catch the 7:02 AM express train southwest to Fukuoka City, a 4-hour
ride. Exiting the station, I take a taxi to the American Consulate about 3
miles away and apply for a U.S. passport for the 1st time in my
life. At that time, U.S. military personnel on foreign bases did not need a
passport to travel to that nation and be stationed there in the military. Also,
this was long before terrorists made war on our nation. So I just walk into the
consulate unannounced, with passport size pictures and my military ID card.
They quickly process my application and (an hour or so later) hand me my 1st
passport ever. About 10 months later, I become a resident of Japan and have had
to maintain a current U.S. passport ever since. Strangers and
pilgrims on the earth.
I
walk the 3 miles or so back to Fukuoka train station because I know the general
direction and enough Japanese words to ask along the way (if need be), which
direction the train station is. Checking the time for the next express train
headed for Iwakuni, I walk out of the station, find a small playground not far
away and end up playing with children there till train time. Fun adventure in
this foreign land! I arrive back at Iwakuni about 8 PM, joyful that I now
possess a passport.
The
following morning (Wednesday 8 May), I sit on a promotion board interviewing
prospective Marines and making my recommendations. When it ends, I hasten (walking)
to a different building where my Corporal R.’s court martial is under way and I
am called as a character witness because I am his officer-in-charge. (He was
definitely a “character”.) (I wrote of him being charged with forgery
and theft back on 28 March.)
Soon
after arriving at Iwakuni, I ask permission to be exempt from joining the
base’s officers’ club (open mess) and am granted permission. Most officers, who
become aware of that, look down on me for not paying the monthly club fee
(about $10) and not joining them in their frequent drunken revelries at the
club. Refusing to join puts me in a bind, because my CO requires me to attend
his monthly dinners for his officers (and other similar formal dinners) held in
the club. So they hedge by allowing me into the club as a paying guest
on such occasions, tho doing so is basically against the rules.
But
I told you how that Major E. put a stop to that a few days ago as soon as he
became our new CO. When I walked away from him that night, I then walked to the
officers’ chow hall (closed mess), ate a nice supper alone at one table (in
peace) and retired to my private room in peace to be with my Lord, The Prince
of Peace.
The
previous 2 paragraphs lay a background to events of May 10 and 11. On Friday
(the 10th), a Marine comes to my office to tell me that Group 12’s
executive officer (Lieutenant Colonel H.) has commanded me to report to him in
his office below on 1st floor. I have never before been called into
his office. He has never before talked to me personally. Thus I sense this is
something big.
So I
go down, report to him in
snappy Marine style, and he immediately proceeds to put me further down with strong language saying
I am the lowest Marine on earth for not wanting to be a part of the
officers’ club. I silently endure all his harsh ranting and am finally allowed
to go back up to my important
work upstairs where my Bible lies in open view on this captain’s desk. Glory!
(All officers in Group 12 plan a “bash” at the club tonight, and this high-ranking
Group officer is greatly perturbed over me refusing to be a part of it.)
‘So
be it, pompous prestigious Colonel! I didn’t join the Marine Corps to become a
drunkard! I joined to defend my country in a sober proficient manner!’
Reader,
you recall (back at Cherry Point) my drunken driver, wife beater staff sergeant
and later on the pitiful young corporal I took to AA. Colonel H., you call me
the lowest Marine because I’m sober and upright. But you drunkard, you are
lower than a slimy toad weasel rat, sinfully shacked up in adultery here with a
Japanese whore, your wife back in the States!
“Tale-teller
boy, I’ve never seen a slimy toad weasel rat.”
‘Rest
assured you don’t want to see one of those loathsome creatures! But come to
think of it, they look a lot better than a drunkard adulterous Marine Corps
lieutenant colonel berating me because I refuse to drink the poison of
alcohol!’
The
following morning, Saturday 11 May, I arise at 5:15 AM, ready myself to fly
co-pilot today on an “out and in” to and from another base, chow down on an
early breakfast in the chow hall and report to “Hams” for our 2 plane flight’s
briefing with its 4 pilots. (I am one of those 4.) But here is the drunken
clincher. Upon arriving on time for the 6:30 AM briefing (spry and alert
after a good night’s sober rest), I’m told that late last night at the bar in
the officers’ club, Colonel J. made the decision to postpone the early flight
and set the briefing for 8 AM instead (likely hoping by that time he’ll recover
enough from his hangover to pilot a small, fast jet warplane).
I am
well capable of piloting a jet warplane
early this morn because I never
drink alcohol (and I got sufficient sleep). But my reward for always being sober (and thus at maximum proficiency as a Marine jet
attack pilot) is that my Group Executive Officer rails on me as being the lowest
of Marines. But it is routine for a much higher-ranking colonel to postpone
training for war because of a drunken hangover. And no one reprimands him
for such poor performance of duty.
“No
drinking alcohol within 24 hours before flying” was
a rule we pilots and navigators were to adhere to. But most of my cohorts just
laughed and joked about that rule as they sat drinking in the officers’ club late
into the night before they fly the next day.
Perchance, an
enemy nation hit our nation with a sneak attack; we pilots here at Iwakuni
might get a flash command at 2 AM on Saturday (just after boozing pilots retire
from their night of boozing) to immediately man our aircraft, fly them to the
nearest stockpile of nuclear weapons (likely aboard an aircraft carrier), affix
1 nuclear bomb under the belly of each aircraft and then fly fast at very low
level just above land and sea to drop that nuclear bomb on an enemy target.
Being
always sober, I would be at my peak performance for
such a crucial task. But there is no telling how disastrously
those drunks would fail to perform on short notice as war pilots (especially if
they were awakened from a drunken stupor sleep only 2 or 3 hours after a night
of boozing, to fly into war). Still, one of those high-ranking boozers “chews
me out” for not partaking with them.
‘No way will I drink
alcohol, colonel!’
One
morning, my Staff Sergeant McDonald shows up at work shaking his head in
disgust telling me a drunkard gunnery sergeant in the barracks had awakened in
the middle of night, urgently headed for the “head” (toilet), but relieved
himself in the barrack’s hall instead and just left the puddle of stink there and
went back to bed.
Occasionally,
such puddles of urine stink were abandoned on floors and pools of vomit stink
were abandoned on tables or floors, resulting in other Marines having to clean
up the stink. But Colonel H. calls me the lowest Marine for
totally avoiding the possibility of becoming such a disgraceful drunkard. Say
what you will, Colonel H. But by God’s Grace, I’ll totally abstain, always
living sober and upright. Young man and woman reading this, purpose in
your heart to do as I.
It
was 1974 when Colonel H. spat out his serpent-like venomous words at me. As I
pen these words in good health 42 years later in 2016, likely he is in
the eternal flames of Hell longing for 1 drop of water to cool his parched
mouth, wishing he could now speak with me to you on this eternal vital matter
of demon rum. Reader, don’t choose the pleasures of sin for a season.
The soon-to-come Hell-fire is forever, my dear friend.
Anyway,
on this day (Saturday) I fly co-pilot in the back cockpit. Colonel J. (who
delayed our flight to give him more time to recover from his hangover) is pilot
in the front cockpit of my airplane. We fly formation with another TA-4 to
Okinawa and back, returning about 5 PM. I bask in the lovely view the entire
round-trip. Thrilling adventure!
Back
in the BOQ, I shower, change into clean civvies, eat supper in the chow hall
and walk well over a mile to the Christian Center off base longing for good
Christian fellowship after such a day. But the worldly activities there soon
send me hiking back to base to fellowship with my Lord alone with Him in my
single room. Such glorious solitude! Sweet Lord Jesus, how
Precious Thou art to me on this pilgrim journey thru the devil’s world to Thy
Glorious Celestial City! Glory!
Sunday
afternoon, 12 May at House of Sun, Reiko gives me a pocket size notebook with
Japanese sentences she has written along with the English meaning. She
encourages me to study Japanese hard. I thank her for that language help.
The
very next day at work (Monday the 13th), I start practicing writing
Kanji writing characters and have kept it up ever since. At 5:30 PM, I brief
with Pilot Pitman for a night flight in which I shoot 3 GCAs (ground controlled
approaches) from the rear cockpit. Upon returning to “Hams” ready room about 9
PM, the flight scheduler tells me he will give me a “cross country” this
weekend to bases in nearby nations. I welcome that news, looking forward to the
adventure of exploring more of Asia, a high-flying farm boy in Wonderland!
Tuesday
14 May: During my year’s stay here at Iwakuni, I am to serve 6 months in MABS
12 and then transfer to the A-6 tactical squadron where I will get more
flight time and I’ll always be pilot-in-command in the A-6 with a
navigator sitting beside me. That transfer is scheduled for the end of this
month. When I got stuck in MABS upon arriving here (and with things being
terribly turbulent at that time in MABS), I so looked forward to the time of
this transfer out of that troublesome place and into a flying squadron to pilot
the A-6 much, adventure I greatly enjoy.
But with passing time, my desire changed, mainly for 2 reasons.
1. Things are getting smoother in MABS.
2. I have dropped into the A-6 tactical squadron occasionally on
business. It is housed in a small crowded flimsy clapboard building (shack)
(with no insulation or soundproofing and no air conditioning) located on the
flight line (concrete deck all around). All day, the noise of the jet engines
nearby is horrible. Summer is upon us. It will be hot inside (plus noisy all
around). Also, I do not know what jobs they will assign to me. The
office jobs they unload on me might be much more stressful than where I am now.
At MABS, I have a quiet, spacious office in that stately
old wood frame building with large windows I can open in hot weather. Out front
is a lovely grass lawn with a short row of small trees along its front.
Few Marines work in my section. The atmosphere is plenty calm. We have our own
fridge in which I keep an assortment of healthy foods (juices and such). Thus I
typically eat a light healthy lunch at my work desk while studying Japanese in
a relatively quiet environment.
So
today (14 May), I stroll down to the XO’s office and ask Captain Doug for
permission to remain here in MABS for the remainder of my time at Iwakuni. He
assures me that will be approved with no problem. I’m most pleased to hear that
and I pray for God to make it reality. Most all the pilots want to be in the
tactical squadrons with the airplanes and will be glad for me to stay in MABS
in the stead of one of them.
Thursday
16 May: To date it has been typical for my CO to have all us officers meet with
him at the start of every workday, 6 days a week (with very few
exceptions). To my great relief, our new CO now says 3 times a week will
suffice (Mon., Wed. & Fri). Thus this morn (Thursday) is most pleasant
without that meeting. After a morning of office work, I fly as copilot on a
short hop in the afternoon. After supper in the chow hall I study Japanese
language in the night class. Life in Japan is splendid!
Friday
17 May 1974 is a most blessed day of new adventures in Asia. Last night I
packed a small bag. This morning I dress in my flight gear and take that bag
with me to “Hams” pilots’ ready room for a 7:30 AM briefing. Four of us pilots
fly two TA-4s to Osan AF Base in South Korea. As soon as Korea comes into view,
I gawk at its much bleak terrain. Upon landing at Osan and debriefing, I
promptly check into the BOQ, am assigned a room, shower, change, and head out
the gate walking out into town to shop.
When
in the Philippines, I never go off base because of the prostitutes, beggars and
thieves waiting just outside the gate. The same await me outside the base’s
gate here in Korea. But men’s clothing and shoes are most cheap here, so I want
to buy some. As soon as I walk thru the gate the 1st prostitute
entwines her arm with mine, calling on me to come to her place. ‘No! No! No!’ I
firmly assert as I keep walking. When she releases me the next woman entwines
her arm in mine for a repeat of the above. Next I encounter 1 or 2 beggars and
1 con man. It’s horrible. I give each beggar a little money, get on with my
shopping and am most relieved to soon get back on base. What an unpleasant
ordeal!
Upon
walking thru the gate into the base, almost immediately a Korean Air Force
Major in uniform walks up to me and asks me where the base chapel is. (He
assumes I’m stationed here and that I know the base well, when actually, just a
few hours ago I dropped out of the sky into his nation for the first time.)
But I had previously seen the chapel as I departed the base on foot and told
him I am going in that direction and will show him where it is. He said there
is a service at the chapel tonight and asks me to attend. I am delighted with
this Godly invitation (after wading thru those sinful dregs out in town). I am
also starving (having eaten very little this day as I rushed about). I tell him
that I will go eat supper at the officers’ club and join him in the chapel
promptly. I do that, arriving in the chapel after the service started. I spot
that major and go sit on the pew beside him for the remainder of the service.
The
service was a blessing! When it ends and the other souls are leaving he says to
me (as we 2 still sit on the pew), “Let’s pray!” So I pray in English and then
he prays in Korean. He tells me his family name is Chung. I tell him my name.
“Let’s pray!” So again we each pray. After this prayer time, he tells me that
he is a pastor and that he plans to soon get out of the Korean Air Force to
serve the Lord full time. “Let’s pray!” Each time, he prays with such fervency
it puts me to shame.
“I
want to show you my church. Will you come with me?”
‘Yes,
Sir. That would be nice.’ Joy floods my heart! What an uplifting change after my
previous encounter with the sinners waiting for a simple and gullible GI
outside the gate. His church is about a quarter of a mile from the gate. It is
night now. But no street person accosts me now because I am with this Korean AF
major. His church is quite large. He takes me into it and doesn’t turn on any
lights as we sit down in a near pew. “Let’s pray!”
I
don’t recall how many prayer sessions we had in his dark church before he soon
says, “Come to my house.” It is a small shack (adjacent to the church) that
speaks of poverty. He says the church kindergarten teachers are having a
meeting in an education room near the church and that his wife is now at that
meeting. Entering his humble house, he calls his 2 daughters and 1 son into the
living room and introduces them to me. The boy is the youngest at 5 or so. The
oldest girl appears to be 10 or so. They are so precious, and plenty quiet and
shy in my presence. He brings out a coke and sets it before me.
Major
Chung earnestly speaks to me of Spiritual matters, asking me again and again to
pray for Korean Christians and to ask Christians in the U.S. to pray for them.
We left his house about 10:30 PM. He walked with me past the gate into the base
and bade me Farewell there in the open, repeatedly asking me to pray for him
and Koreans. Thus it was late when I pillowed my head in this Korea BOQ room
after a full day of unbelievable blessed adventures.
I
arise early the following morn (Sat. 18 May), to eat breakfast in the officers’
club and then walk to base flight operations to help file our flight plan for
this morning’s flight. Going out to the 2 airplanes, the ground crew had not
put oxygen (for us to breathe) into our planes. We prod them to get on with it.
They break a wire in 1 bird as they are filling the oxygen bottles and we have
to wait for them to repair that. We finally take off and fly the 2 bird
formation to Naha, Okinawa, eat a bite as they refuel the birds and fly on to
Cubi Point (Philippines) to bed down in the BOQ where I slept before (when I
came here at the end of January to fly A-6s).
Sunday
19 May: I don’t get to attend church this Lord’s Day. Up early, breakfast, and
go thru all the procedures necessary to leap back into the air again in screaming
jets. We fly to Naha, Okinawa to refuel. Weather report for Iwakuni is bad. So
we wait a couple of hours while the weather there improves. Upon takeoff from
Naha, when the pilot of the other bird raises his landing gear, the gear
doesn’t indicate, “Safely up and locked”. He radios that to us. We two pilots
in my bird drop our bird under his, carefully look over his landing gear doors
and radio him that they appear to be closed in place. My bird gets in place on
his wing. We slow both birds for a pilot in each plane to recycle the landing
gear (drop it and raise it again). Both planes must do it to fly together at
the same speed. This time the gear of the fellow plane shows safely up and
locked. So we proceeded on home to Iwakuni. I eat supper in my own chow hall
and pillar my head in my own room on Sunday night after plenty of adventure in
the skies over Asia and in a Korean town, fellowshipping with a zealous Korean
Christian. The zenith of fun and blessings! Thank Thee, Sweet, Precious
Jesus!
The very
next day (Monday), “Hams” gives me a morning flight on which I view much lovely
mountain scenery below as we fly over several points in Japan and back to home
base. I take the afternoon off (having flown much since Friday) and ride the
train to Hiroshima to spend a relaxing afternoon there.
“Must
be nice, pilot boy, taking off from work when you want to.”
‘Plenty
nice! It sure was plenty nice!’
The
informal Japanese language classes at the cultural center just outside the gate
have been a decent start for me. But when I hear that the University of
Maryland has a formal (university level) class on base, I eagerly await the
date to sign up for the next quarter’s classes.
Tuesday
21 May 1974: That registration is today. So I register for Introduction to Japanese
101 that carries 3 university credit hours. Joy floods my entire being as I
register to study the Japanese language more earnestly. After that, I pack
my gear to fly on a C-117 to Kadena, Okinawa today. The bird is late, making
this a night ride arriving Kadena at 11:30 PM on this old tin can. The BOQ is
full. So they call Tiger Hotel off base. Tiger sends a station wagon for a few
of us officers who spend the night there.
Wednesday
22 May: I attend classes on the effects of high altitudes on my body and then
take a “ride” in the pressure chamber. My fellow pilots and navigators with me
also take a shot in the practice ejection seat. I tell the ones in charge of my
old back injury and thankfully they exempt me from that shot. This day’s
training is the reason I came to Kadena.
Upon
finishing it, we board a C-117 to fly back to Iwakuni. But as we are taxiing
out to the runway, tower calls to say they are canceling our flight to Iwakuni
because of bad weather there. We taxi back in. A Japanese driver chauffeurs us
to a different hotel off base. 1st Lt. Phil calls on me to go to a
nearby steak house with him for supper. So I do. He is studying Japanese
seriously and we both use our Japanese to the extent of our abilities as we
enjoy eating out (in Japan). We all fly back to Iwakuni the next day, 23 May,
and upon arriving, I work all that afternoon.
Monday
27 May 1974: I take this day off from work, ride the train to Hiroshima and
meet Reiko there. Previously, she told me that there is a Christian bookstore
in Hiroshima. I ask her to take me to it today and I buy an English-Japanese
New Testament. It brings me much joy to obtain that possession!
We
go to Hiroshima University where Reiko is a student for her to briefly show me
the campus. Then we go to a hospital (located on a hill overlooking the city)
that specializes in treating radiation victims from the atomic bomb blast just
less than 29 years ago. Reiko’s older sister works in this hospital and I meet
her for the 1st time. As I sit outside on a bench with Reiko
overlooking the city’s lower area where the bomb detonated, gazing on that new
Bible in my hands I asked her if she had ever read the Bible.
“No.
I am not a Christian,” she replied so matter-of-factly. In the US, the worst of
sinners might boast of rejecting Christ the Saviour. But “decent” people
typically hung their head in shame when they had to admit that they were not a
Christian, most of them knowing that makes them a lost, Hell-bound sinner. But
“decent” Reiko, totally unaware of the eternal fate of all souls who die
outside of Christ, confessed to not being a Christian in the same manner, as
she would confess to not being an American. It broke my heart.
Tonight
is my 1st Japanese class with the University of Maryland and I am
late getting back on base because of spending much time with Reiko. I enter the
classroom late and am glad to start it and to get my new textbook tonight for
this class. The Japanese lady teacher is fluent enough in English to explain
things to us in English. I launch into this language study with vigor. When
class is over about 9 PM, I go to my room and pray for lost Japanese souls till
2 AM.
Being busy today, I had only eaten breakfast. So I start a fast
for the first time in my life (after breakfast on Monday and end it by
eating breakfast on Wednesday). Then on Wednesday I run 6 miles as I work out
the physically unfit Marines in my squadron. I go to my 2nd UOM
language class on Wednesday night as it meets 2 nights a week for either 2 or 2
and half hours. Also, by God’s Grace, I start fasting periodically and often
praying desperately and brokenheartedly for lost Japanese in evenings till
after midnight. I also beg God to let me serve Him in this nation of Japan,
holding forth the Words of Life to the masses of lost souls in this land of
idols. Thank Thee, Almighty Lord
God, for mightily stirring up my heart in this manner.
In early June, rainy season sets in, bringing much rainy weather
till mid-July with humid, muggy temperatures.
Thursday
13 June: Group 12 stands down from all flying for safety inspections of
aircraft by the Marines that maintain them and for safety lectures for us
pilots and navigators. 1st Lt. Mike gives a safety lecture telling
of him having to eject from a faulty A-4 back in South Carolina a year or 2
ago. I trained with Mike in VMT 203 at Cherry Point and then we went our
separate ways to again meet here at Iwakuni. Today, we chat and catch up on old
news.
Mike
tells me that it was (Midshipman) Kurt ⑤ that
was the pilot of the Harrier that crashed killing the pilot. Previously I have
told you about Kurt. I had heard about the fatal Harrier crash in South
Carolina (I think), but didn’t hear the pilot’s name. Recently, here at
Iwakuni, I overheard a lieutenant colonel discussing that crash with 2 majors.
“It was a terrible breech of rules for flying that Harrier, the way he
approached the landing pad at far too high a speed and abruptly tried to
transition from horizontal flight to vertical flight. If I had been his CO, I
would have had his wings if he had lived!”
As
Kurt tried to transition (at too high a speed) from horizontal flight to
vertical flight (for a vertical landing), it caused the Harrier to roll 90% or
slightly more to one side just above the landing pad. Kurt reacted by ejecting.
His ejection seat shot sideways from the airplane into the trees, crushing and
instantly killing Kurt. It was most dumb of him to approach too fast and it
cost him his life. When Mike told me that Kurt was the pilot, Mike said Kurt
was known for dumb actions when piloting a plane. This last dumb action cost
Kurt his life.
Speaking
of the new Harrier aircraft, early this summer an assignment comes down to MABS
12 to set up and operate a Harrier landing site in the jungle near Cubi Naval
Air Station in the Philippines. There, Cubi based Harrier pilots will train. My
commanding officer (Major E.) calls me into his office and tells me that he is
putting me in charge of that assignment and that I will soon deploy to the
Philippines to be there till November or so.
That
news is a most unwelcome shock. My heart has steadily become attached to
Japan. And now my CO says I am to be sent away from Japan for
practically the remainder of my time in Asia. I cry out to God to deliver me
from that, if it be His Will. Praise God that it was His Will to do so. To make
a long story short, Almighty God miraculously intervened and the CO sent a more
senior captain (Captain Jay) instead. I marvel at how suddenly that proposed
change of duty stations for me popped up. I equally marvel over God
doing away with it and allowing me to stay at Iwakuni, so I can continue
Japanese language study and visiting the Japanese off base who have become my
friends. Thank Thee, my Mighty Lord, for working miracles for me.
During
the following weeks, a good number of MABS 12 personnel deploy to the
Philippines, including the CO spending weeks at a time in the Philippines to
oversee that important project. So, with only a skeleton crew here at Iwakuni,
my workplace becomes quieter. I have less to do. Daily I do my work well and
sit in my quiet office with my Bible and Japanese language studies, thanking
God for my workplace becoming ever so peaceful. A calm.
Saturday
15 June 1974: I co-pilot 1 of two TA-4s to Osan AFB in Korea, spend about 3
hours on the base, not going out in town, and fly back to Iwakuni.
When
I was previously stationed at various military bases in the U.S., I always
sought out a good church off base and attended it because base chapel services
lacked spiritually. Here at Iwakuni, I felt I had no other choice besides base
chapel. But the much ungodliness there grievously vexes my soul. About this
time in Sunday School class one day, I smell cigarette smoke. I look back to
see a Marine sitting in the rear of the room smoking during SS. That is just
one example of various ungodly things that occur regularly.
I
learn of Ootake Baptist Church just a few stations from Iwakuni Station. So on
Sunday 16 June, I ride the train there and attend a Japanese church for the
first time, with the 11 Japanese who attend this day. Tho I don’t understand
much Japanese, I readily see that the service is dead and formal. But I can
sing the hymns in Japanese because I can read all the “hiragana” letters by
now, and I listen closely to the sermon and all else they say to improve my
hearing ability of their language. From this date on, I start attending this
church most Sundays that I am on the ground in Iwakuni.
Monday
17 June: Japanese language tracts arrive from Missionary Russell Stellwagon who
lives in Japan. Reading John Rice’s Sword of the Lord, I learn that his tract
“What Must I Do To Be Saved” is available in Japanese. So I write to the
“Sword” asking for it. Their reply is for me to get the tracts from Russell and
they give me his address in Japan. I write him requesting tracts and it’s a joy
today when 100 or so of the tracts arrive from Brother Russell and I start
giving them out to Japanese friends.
Brother
Russell sends me a kind letter with the box of tracts. I begin to correspond
with him and tell him that the Lord is leading me to stay in Japan as a
missionary. He rejoices with me and encourages me to follow the Lord’s leading.
A missionary living here in Iwakuni is in my Japanese language class on base.
When I tell him of God’s leading, he shakes his head at such a “far out” idea.
Brother Russell’s words of wisdom do a lot for me and I am most thankful for
God bringing him into my life at this exactly needed time to encourage me.
Wednesday
19 June: Upon arriving at work, I learn that a Marine in admin (my squadron)
got drunk last night, came to his workplace (admin office) and punched out
several glass windows with his fists. And just a few weeks ago, that colonel
called me the lowest of Marines because I never drink alcohol. Well pompous
colonel, are you going to award a medal to this Marine of yours, for his grand
drunken performance???
Saturday
22 June: Squadron Executive Officer Captain Doug goes on emergency leave. I am
one of the higher-ranking officers under him, so I stand in for him (as XO) the
few days he is gone.
Tuesday
25 June: I was awed when I had to assume the XO’s position. But today, our
commanding officer leaves in the morning to return at 1 PM tomorrow. So I am
more awed to now assume his position (as acting CO) for that short time. Reckon
this is the highest position I ever fill while in the Marines, tho only for
about 28 hours.
Wednesday
26 June: CO returns at 1 PM. I am most thankful no major crisis occurred while
I was in command of MABS 12 and that I didn’t have to declare war on any rouge
nation.
Some
time back, I obtained from the States the addresses of all the Free Will
Baptist missionaries in Japan (4 families at this time). I wrote to Fred Hersey
and asked if I could visit his family for a few days. He replied “Come on.” I
applied for military leave and made plans to fly to Yokota AFB on the C-141 on
Thursday night the 27th. But today when I check on that flight, I
learn it has been cancelled. Tonight’s flight is coming thru. So I rush to get
leave papers for today, brief the Marines in my office, hurriedly pack my
things and board that plane that flies out of Iwakuni at 10 PM on the 26th.
Arriving at Yokota, I get a room in the BOQ and turn in after midnight.
Thurs
27 June: This morning, I call Brother Fred and he drives here to the base and
takes me to his house in Sayama City about 40 minutes by car. There I meet his
wife and 4 of his 5 children. His oldest son is presently a student at Free Will
Baptist Bible College in Nashville. This afternoon, I go with Brother Fred to
his church in Iriso (he pastors a Japanese church). I observe as he teaches his
weekly English class to Japanese children. After supper at his house tonight, I
again ride with him to his church for his night English class for adults. Most
are young Japanese adults and enjoy talking with me in English. I too, am
thrilled to meet them and converse together.
Friday
28 June: Today Brother Fred is to host two Christian women from the States who
have come to Japan with a tour group. (They had asked him to show them his
missionary life in Japan.) He lets me tag along with him the whole day, and it
is a good education for me also. In the morning, he and I ride trains into
Tokyo to meet the women at their hotel and bring them to his house for lunch.
Then we 4 go in his van to a Japanese home (members of his church) for these 2
ladies to visit with a Japanese family. He drives them back to their hotel in
the late afternoon and we bid them farewell. Brother Fred drives to a parking
lot in downtown Tokyo and takes me on a walking tour of the center of Tokyo in
the area of Tokyo Station.
Previously
I was awed by the mass of people I saw in Hiroshima. But their numbers can’t
compare to the “anthill” of humans in Tokyo. Today their large numbers (so
different from my boyhood life in sparsely populated rural Alabama) overawe me.
God causes me to look on them as a parade of human souls marching straight
toward an eternal Hell, most of them totally unaware of how awful their eternal
fate will be. My Lord broke my heart over their lost condition.
The
following day, Saturday, I spend a more relaxed (and enjoyable) day with the
Hersey family.
Sunday
30 June: I go with Brother Fred to the Iriso church before 8 AM and observe a
Bible class taught by a Japanese Christian lady. Then at 9 AM Sunday School
(for children only), we count 101 precious children who walk to the church in
the pouring rain. The church building is tiny. We work furiously to arrange
their wet umbrellas and shoes in the small foyer and seat the children orderly
in a “stuffed” condition.
As
soon as we get the mass of kids settled, I hop in the car with Brother Fred for
a rushed drive of 50 minutes or so to a Free Will Baptist church in Tokyo where
Brother Fred preaches to the 18 Japanese who attend and then all present eat
lunch together in the church. (Others taught SS at Iriso and a young Japanese
man preached there today.) After lunch in the Tokyo church, I ride with Brother
Fred back to the Iriso church for his late afternoon English conversation class
and meet more Japanese. It was a full and rewarding Lord’s Day that tied my
heartstrings more securely to this Land of the Rising Sun.
Monday
1 July: Soon after breakfast, I leave with Brother Fred to ride trains into
Tokyo to the Ochanomizu district. We go to a Christian building several stories
high that houses a Christian bookstore and various “Christian things,”
including “Japan Missionary Language Institute” where new missionaries study
the Japanese language. I told the Herseys I felt God was calling me to serve
Him in Japan and that language study would be necessary at the start. So he
takes me up to the floor where this language institute is located and shows it
to me.
Next,
we catch a train to Tokyo Station and walk to nearby Imperial Palace Grounds
for me to see the grandeur of the grounds and palace. Then we catch a train and
next a taxi to the church where he preached yesterday. This afternoon and early
evening, Brother Fred teaches 4 English classes in the church. Most are
children’s classes. The Japanese pastor’s wife is present and she teaches a
Bible lesson to each group of children before or after their English class. The
Japanese pastor returns home from his full time job about suppertime and we 4
have supper together.
I
tell this Japanese pastor’s family of God stirring my heart to serve in Japan
and they highly encourage me to do so. During this stay with the Hersey’s, you
can see that I attended several church services and English conversation
classes in churches. It was a great joy to do so. I felt I was
certainly “in my element”. I praise God that ever since then I have felt
that I am certainly “in my element” as I have continued to hold church
services and teach English conversation in Japan for over 4 decades to date
(2016).
It
is quite late that night when Brother Fred and I get off the train near his
house. It was a most rewarding day for me. I stayed one more day with the Herseys,
returning to Iwakuni on 3 July 1974.
Friday
5 July: The BOQ office informs me that as a captain I qualify for a larger room
that has just become available. So at lunchtime I happily move my things into
that larger room to live in it until I am discharged from the Marines next
February.
Monday
8 July: Both the CO and XO are out of the squadron on business. So I am in
charge of the AOM (officers’ morning meeting). Again, I refrain from declaring
war on rogue nations.
My
peaceful, slow-moving workplace erupts in fury in July as I become plenty busy
doing my part as squadron safety and training officer to get MABS 12 ready for
the annual Inspector General’s (IG) inspection.
Sunday
afternoon 14 July: I go to House of Sun and play with the crippled children and
such. As the day wanes and I am soon to leave, the man in charge (Mr. Sakata)
calls me into his office. “Please come home with me for supper with my family.”
I happily ride with him to his house. His wife, small son and daughter are all
thrilled to have me as a guest. I am more thrilled to be their guest. They
invite me to come back the next Sunday night also. I heartily thank them and
tell them I will bring beef for the meal.
Saturday
20 July: After working till noon, I buy beef and walk it to the Sakata house
for the wife to serve us tomorrow night. I ride the trains to the orphanage in
Kure, cut firewood to heat bath water and have a good time playing with the
girls. Returning to my BOQ room, Brother Fred Hersey calls me to say that he
and his son (Samuel) will come by train to visit me as we discussed 3 weeks ago
when I was at his house.
Sunday
21 July: After spending the afternoon with the crippled children, I again ride
home with Mr. Sakata for a blessed time with this family. Mr. Sakata’s dad lives
with them. The dad tells me that he was a soldier in World War II, was captured
in Russia and put into a POW camp there. He told me of those hardships. Thank
God the entire family sees Christ in me and repeatedly tell me I am wonderful
because I am a Christian.
Monday
22 July: Take my physical fitness test (PFT) and run the 3 miles in 19 minutes
and 43 seconds. Am most happy each time I run that distance in less than 20
minutes.
Wednesday
24 July: I submit a request to Headquarters, U. S. Marine Corps in Washington,
D.C. to extend my stay at Iwakuni till my period of active duty expires on 15
Feb. 1975. (I’m scheduled to return stateside when December arrives.)
Monday
29 July: As I am most busy handling lots of MABS affairs, Captain Gary from
“Hams” calls me at 10:45 to come for a 11:30 briefing to co-pilot a test flight
on a bird that has undergone repairs. I must drop all I am doing and rush to
change into flight gear and walk over to “Hams”. Such rushing is necessary
during wartime. But in the peaceful setting here, Gary should get his
act together better.
By
now, most of the various stages of the IG inspection have all been completed.
MABS 12 did plenty well in all phases of it, much to my relief. I now catch my
breath.
Tuesday
30 July: A 3-day nationwide train strike has been scheduled to start today.
Brother Fred calls me again to say that it might prevent him and Samuel from
coming tomorrow as scheduled. Today’s news says the train strike was called off
at the last minute, thank God. Capt. Gary calls to say he wants me to fill a
flight tomorrow. I tell him I am starting a few days of leave tomorrow. He acts
as if such should not be. These clowns think they are gods that can have their
own way in anything.
Wednesday
31 July: I meet Fred and Samuel at Iwakuni Station when they arrive on time
from Sayama City, Saitama Prefecture (near Tokyo). I
bring them to the BOQ by taxi and give each a BOQ room occupied by buddy
officers that also live off base, and thus are not presently using their BOQ
rooms. We soon go by taxi out to House of Sun to talk with Mr. Sakata and visit
with the crippled children. Mr. Sakata drives us to Kentai Bridge to view that
scenic old bridge and castle.
Thursday
1 August 1974: I take Fred and Samuel by train to Miyajima where Reiko and
friend are waiting for us at the station. We do a little sight seeing together
and then all ride a train to Hiroshima to visit the museum in the Peace Park.
After that, we 3 guys part from the 2 Japanese young ladies and come back to
the base.
I
had great hopes for today, that Brother Fred would
talk much to the girls about Spiritual things, because he is fluent in
Japanese. But he did not. He was on vacation. In English, I would ask him to
ask Reiko something in Japanese. “You ask her,” he usually replied to me in an
uninterested manner.
Days
ago, I told Reiko that he was coming and I wanted her to meet him because they
could converse freely in Japanese. I thought she would welcome that chance. But
her reaction was the opposite, very cold to the idea. I pressed her somewhat to
spend the day with us. All day she and her friend were “stand-offish” to us. I
was much disappointed by all of them. The following morning, I took Fred and
Samuel to “Hams” hanger and showed them the TA-4 jet that I pilot. I soon take
them by taxi to Iwakuni Station and they head home.
Today
makes 5 years for me as a commissioned officer, but there is no pay increase
for the 5th year.
Tuesday
6 August: This morning, our CO announces to us officers that all of MABS
12 personnel are going to the Philippines this fall. An advance party is to go
in October and the remainder of us in November. He proclaims these plans to be firm.
Lord, please again work miracles for me to keep me in Japan where
Thou hast put my heart.
Wednesday
7 August: I fly VFR down to Kyushu to circle around overhead 2 live volcanoes
there to view their hot destructive power from above. Exciting. I most glad I
didn’t fall into one of the volcanoes.
Thursday
8 August: Flight scheduler Captain Gary calls me at 9 to rush over and brief at
9:30 for a flight with him. “Rush Rush Gary”, you are true to form. I hop into
his back cockpit and we drill holes in Japan’s skies. I take the controls much
of the time.
Last
year (1973), our nation’s vice president, Spiro Agnew, resigned amidst scandal.
Senator Gerald Ford replaced him. On 9August this year (1974), my military
Commander in Chief (President Richard Nixon) resigns in disgrace and is
replaced by Gerald Ford. Mr. Ford will lose to Jimmy Carter in the next
presidential election, making Mr. Ford our nation’s only president who was never
elected as vice-president or president, though he served both of those
posts. Truly the 1970s brought heretofore unknown troubles and upheavals.
Friday
9 August: My buddy pilot, Lt. Mike flies to Kadena, Okinawa in a TA-4. Arriving
there, he could not get a “Down and locked” indication for all 3 landing gear.
So he asked them to foam the runway, put his gear up and landed intentionally
on his wing tanks, sliding straight ahead thru foam into the arresting cable
just ahead. “Safe!” Previously, I told you of Mike having to eject from a
faulty A-4 back in South Carolina. When in deep trouble, Lt. Mike comes out
smelling like a rose, not like Agnew or Nixon at all. ‘Keep on flying, buddy
Mike!’
Sunday
11 August: I am Group 12 Duty Officer. Only the duty clerk and I are in Group
Headquarters. Quiet. I inspect the guards after night falls and
then sleep on the bunk in the office. No one rouses me out tonight. That’s
rare, and nice.
Monday
12 August: I get up at 5 AM to work out the overweight Marines in Group 12 who
are ordered to work out at 5:30 AM. ‘Move it, fat boys!’ As Duty Officer, I go
eat breakfast in the enlisted chow hall after 6:30, come back to Group office
to be relieved of duty as they show up for the workday. I make it to MABS’s
8:00 AM officers’ meeting on time. Today, infantry officers from Okinawa are
touring our base. I give them a lecture and a partial tour. I take off work at
noon because I had duty yesterday and last night.
Wednesday
14 August: Received Headquarters reply on my request to extend at Iwakuni till
February. “Approved.” Thank Thee, Lord Jesus, for miracles!
Keep me in Japan, I plead!
Friday
23 August: This month is typically the hottest month in Japan. Now it is
extremely hot and muggy. Today, I get up early to get to the athletic field by
6 AM to monitor 7 Marines in MABS communications section required to take their
PFT this morning. I run the 3 miles with them to show them how tough this
captain is. Then at noon break I work out the physically misfit Marines in
MABS, again running the 3 miles with them in the sweltering heat. Running 6
hot, muggy miles today drained a lot out of this Marine.
“Sounds
like Captain Yerby wants our sympathy.”
‘If you
have any, I’ll gladly take it. If you want to join me in twice running 3 hot
muggy miles in one day, we’ll then see just exactly who needs sympathy.’
26
and 27 August: I go to the pistol range each day to have fun firing that .38
special and qualify with a high score. Snakey’s ghost would be proud of me.
This is the last time for me to annually fire the rife or pistol for score as a
Marine.
Wednesday
28 August: Officers’ AOM meeting is quite short, followed by discussions with
Harrier Marines and WES personnel about our upcoming deployment to the
Philippines. My ears (and soul) perk up when they say not all of us Marines in
MABS will go. When the meetings are finally over and we go back to our work
places, I probe Captain Jay about who is not to go. He leans close to me and
speaks in a low voice. “I’ll put a bug in your ear. Don’t tell anyone I told
you. It has already been decided that you will not
deploy to the Philippines because your time is getting too short.” Abba
Father, I believe in a God of Miracles. Praise Thy High and Holy Name for
working miracles for me. Save many lost Japanese souls.
Several
days back, I finished Japanese 101 language course with a high grade. Tonight
(28 Aug.), I start the next course, Japanese 102 with the same teacher as
before, ever so joyful to know this language study will not be interrupted by
me having to deploy to the Philippines.
Saturday
31 August 1974: Iwakuni Base is in Typhoon Condition Two as a typhoon reaches
us today. I work till noon. Liberty is cancelled for all Marines and we are
advised to stay inside out of the wind and rain. I eat lunch and supper in the
officers’ chow hall. I read, pray, study and relax in the peaceful solitude of
my large nice captain’s single room, getting needed rest as the winds howl
outside and I ride out the typhoon and ride out the month of August.
The
summer heat of July and August have been most fatiguing. I had a most heavy
workload on me during much of July (as safety officer and training officer)
preparing my squadron for the annual Inspector General’s inspection. I was much
relieved when all phases of it were completed in late July. I had to write up
much paperwork on Harrier operations. The CO rode me hard and nick picked over
many petty details. Stress. Also there were the topsy-turvy conflicting
announcements of all personnel in my squadron deploying to the Philippines and
such. I thank God for sustaining me thru it all and working mighty miracles for
me to keep me in Japan. I am greatly relieved and rejoice to see hot August
1974 end.
3b My
Master in Heaven gives me a clear calling to the foreign mission field of Japan
to preach Jesus Christ there.
That
is a most blessed note on which to end this chapter.
“The
idols of the heathen are silver and gold, the work of men’s hands. They have
mouths, but they speak not; eyes have they, but they see not; They have ears,
but they hear not; neither is any breath in their mouths. THEY THAT MAKE
THEM ARE LIKE UNTO THEM: so is everyone that trusteth
in them them.” (Psalms 135:15~18)
Lord,
help me to lift high the One True and Living God before my idol worshipping
Japanese friends.