I've written about this before when we went with Grammie about two years ago, so I won't go into a lot of detail here, but suffice it to say that it's a very sobering venue. I don't know what affects me the most: the marks on the concrete walls made from shrapnel of the hand grenade that was used by the commanding officers to commit suicide, the score marks in the walls and ceilings of the tunnels made by the hand picks the Okinawans and Koreans were forced to use in order to make the tunnels or the bottles of water and beer left at an impromptu alter in the tiny room allocated to the workers to rest (they slept standing up since there was no room to lay down). The Battle of Okinawa was a nasty battle in a nasty war and the Okinawans got caught in the middle.
|Going down into the tunnels|
|Those walls were all carved by pick axe.|
|Emmy and her grandpa|
|A rare shot of Emmy and me!|
|Grammie touring the lacquerware factory - wow, these workers must have patience!|
Finally, we headed to the Peace Prayer Park because no tour of the south end of our island would be complete without it. This stop actually brought us back full circle to the Battle of Okinawa and the remembrance of the carnage. This idyllic spot is dedicated to the formulation of world peace by the Okinawans. It has many monuments, a wall of remembrance similar to the Vietnam War Memorial, a fountain of peace and magnificent views.
|Emmy at the part of the wall that honors American soldiers that died.|
|Making a rubbing of a name.|
|The walk up to the fountain and cliff views.|
|Fountain of peace|
And of course, the Japanese girls LOVE Emmy. I turned around from observing the cliffs to see this...
... yes, that's my daughter engulfed by Japanese girls wanting to take a picture with her!