From Aug 1994 to Aug 1995, while still in the Marine Corps, I was the Officer-in-Charge of the Operations Support Detachment Ie Shima. Ie Shima is a small island off the west coast of Okinawa, Japan. It is a small island you can only get to by air or on the ferry. There is a small local community of farmers and fisherman as well as a couple hotels. My detachment was only 11 Marines. We were responsible for the training range on the west end of the island. At the time it was one of the top training ranges for all services in the Western Pacific. Helicopter, AV-8B Harrier jets and C-130 aircraft used the runway regularly. We also supported parachute operations, small boat operations, and all sorts of training exercises across the land areas of the range. Being the senior military officer on the island, I was viewed by the local Japanese community with the same respect as the local mayor. We also let the farmers keep their goats on the range (there was no live fire on the range) and come cut the grass to feed their cattle. This also meant we got to help catch the goats for special occasions and join in the preparation and feasts.
I remember when the Japanese phone company hired one of Japan's top film directors to do some commercials and ads for them. He wanted to do them on the island and on our range. The production company came out to ask permission and took me out for a wonderful dinner to discuss the details. We had a wonderful relationship with the locals and we all loved our time on the island. The island is mostly famous as the place where the famous war reporter Ernie Pyle was killed during the invasion of Okinawa in April 1945. There is a small memorial park on the island to Ernie Pyle and the Marines are responsible for the upkeep of the park and hold a ceremony every April to remember him. Dignitaries come from Okinawa, mainland Japan, and lots of senior US military and WWII veterans.
In the spring of 1995 I was informed by headquarters that there would be two WWII vets and their wives visiting the island. They had gone through their Senator in Texas to arrange all permission and I was instructed to show them around and provide any help I could. They were going to stay at the YYY resort on the island. Both vets had been in the Army Air Force and flown fighters from the airfield on Ie Shima during WWII. They were very nice and it was a pleasure to show them around the island and listen to their stories from their time on the island. Neither had been married during WWII and they both joked with their wives that they had received "Dear John" letters from their sweethearts at the time, while stationed here. We had some excellent dinners and they enjoyed reliving some of their WWII experiences. After I returned to San Diego in the fall of 1995, they contacted me to tell me their old unit from their time in Ie Shima was holding a reunion in San Diego and invited me to be the guest speaker at their dinner. I had a fantastic time at the reunion and enjoyed hearing even more stories and being able to tell them how important such a small island still was to the military. The two gentlemen who had visited Ie Shima had told me that they had been flying fighter escort for the bombers that dropped the atomic bombs. One of them shared with me a letter he had written home to his parents after witnessing this sobering moment. I would like to close my reminiscing with his letter dated August 9, 1945. Sometimes history is more powerful in the first person, as it happens.

"Of course, the topic on everyone's lips is the atomic bomb. Will they or won't they quit? When you receive this, perhaps it will all be history, but I doubt if the Japs will throw in the sponge very quickly. Isn't it an amazing weapon, though? I just happened to be looking at the horizon to my left from "Cherry's" cockpit when it seemed as though there was a sunrise at midday. The horizon, even in the brilliant light of near-noon, became a vivid and awful orange. It truly was a horrifying sight. Then before ten minutes had elapsed, a symmetrical cloud column had risen high into the sky. With our gunsights we estimated the cloud to be fifty thousand feet high. It made us all feel rather humble, if not futile. E.M.C. Jr."