Barb
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64th Sentai war diary entry No.208 Date: July 3rd, 1942 Tokyo time In the late morning a mob of 30 weary men arrived in three trucks at the Bangkok airfield – ragged, red eyed, half-asleep, some a little stinky – a sign of a good run. Lt.Col. Torigoe was looking at them from his office, a bare smile flashed through his face – his boys are back…. Although only short time with them, they are "his" – at least till the command got another idea. "Boys" – well they are, young, some of them damn too young. Most of them should be going to high school or university this time in the morning. Yet they are here. And many will remain here too – for eternity. Turning around from the look he ponders over the faces in front of him. Ten new faces, eight young pilots, fresh from the schools. They are barely 20! These youngsters, what are their skills, what they were thought? Are they initiative? Are they good shots? What are their flying skils? Two of them a little older - one a Colonel and one Major! Actually the Colonel is outranking him, yet he is there, under his command, to gain combat experience – probably some protége. But the Major seems to be worth something. Young, but enthusiastic, from the staff college, had been flying a little in China during the incident. "How many hours in Hayabusas?" – the answers were disappointing: "25","4","7","14",…. God, what I am supposed to do with them? He picks up a phone and wait for the clerk outside to pick it up. "Get me someone from the old hands here – but make sure he is sober enough to fly!" Few hours later the new pilots are checked on their new planes by Lt.Col. Daigo (CO, 1st Chutai). One by one they take off and form up. Well at least they know to keep formation and do not bump one into another! Lt.Col. Torigoe spent the afternoon and evening over the organization charts with Lt.Col. Chiba, D. (his Deputy and Staff flight leader) and Lt.Col. Ariyoshi, N. (CO, 2nd Chutai) while Lt.Col Daigo runs the flying circus outside. "Where do I put this damned Colonel? Who would babysit him? I do not want him to get killed while here. If he has some friends up there, it could get us into trouble." Reply came from Lt.Col. Chiba, D. - "I'll do that, sir! Give him the 2nd Shotai of the Staff Chutai. Thus we can keep an eye on him." "And what of this Major Suzuki?" Now Ariyoshi came forward with the idea: "What about putting him to lead 3rd Shotai of the 1st Chutai? W/O Hanazawa can keep an eye on him as his wingmen." Torigoe raised his eyebrow a little (another sign he is not without emotions, but sure can control them), picked the name scribed on a little slice of paper and pinned it to the table. Table full of names. Table full of men. Men he will lead to battle - not personally unfortunately because of that damned bullet fired by a Chinese soldier somewhere in the Shanghai few years ago – she was still there, that damned bullet, a part of it, or parts of his skull – wandering inside his head. He barely landed his Type 95 Fighter (Kawasaki Ki-10) cabin full of debris and blood trickling down his neck. Doctors were surprised he was still alive, and put him together, but a piece of something got embedded inside his brains. Too risky to extricate, they monitored him for months, but finally they released him – but medical committee assessing his ability to fly denied it to him. That dumb thing can start to move during aerobatics and do anything from paralyzing to outright killing him – they said. So here he is, pinning names to the table. Men that could be dead by tomorrow – and he can do only so much to help them survive…. And so It went, up to the midnight and early morning, moving little slices of paper across the table...
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