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The author of the book: Mitsuru Yoshida
Language: English
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Edition: US Naval Institute Press
Date of issue: July 31st 2013
ISBN: 1557505446
ISBN 13: 9781557505446
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It might be Mishima porn (ruddy cheeks, flashing grins, dashing uniforms and all served up with buckets of blood) ... but this really happened, kids. Those poor bastards. It is phenomenally bizarre that the Japanese military found itself in such a position; with almost everyone falling over almost everyone else to see who could kill themselves soonest. C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre.

"'Halt!' I roared. When he retraced his steps and ran up to me, I saw he was a young signalman. Fearing punishment, shoulders trembling, he studied my face intently.
'You must have seen me before you made that turn.'
'I did, sir.'
'Then why didn't you salute?' He stared at me and bit his lip.
'You knew you had acted in poor form, yet you turned away. You undoubtedly felt bad about it afterwards. Right?'
'Yes, sir.' He looked back at me dubiously.
'Saluting takes only a slight effort; it's the simplest of all acts. But if you don't do it, it leaves a bad taste. How foolish!'
'Yes, sir.'
'From now on, even if it's only your superior's back that you see, try saluting simply because it's the thing to do. It doesn't take a whole lot of effort. And you'll always feel good about it.'
'Aye, aye, sir.' Creases appeared in one cheek, and his face twisted into a smile.
'If you've got that, now let's see a real salute.'
He repeated a determined salute several times and ran off with a little skip.
'Halt!' I turned around: Lieutenant Usubuchi. Even as that thought registered, his fist landed a blow on my left cheek. Caught off guard, I reeled.
'Are there really officers who act that way – observing an infraction and yet not striking the guilty party?'"

Hamakaze "sinks in a matter of only twenty or thirty seconds. She leaves behind only a sheet of white foam."

"I notice a chunk of flesh smashed onto a panel of the broken bulkhead, a red barrel of flesh about as big around as two arms can reach.
It must be a torso from which all extremities – arms, legs, head – have been ripped off.
Noticing four hunks scattered nearby, I pick them up and set them in front of me.
...
As I lift them, they are still hot from burning; when I run my hand over them, they feel like the bark of a rough tree.
...
It is not grief and resentment. It is not fear. It is total disbelief. As I touch these hunks of flesh, for a moment I am completely lost in thought."

"Bullets ping at my back; their blasts fan my waist."

"The disparaging comment (from Lieutenant Usubuchi) - 'The world's three great follies, prize examples of uselessness, are the Great Wall of China, the pyramids, and Yamato' – evokes abusive words, shouted through the ship – 'The only way to save the navy is to execute all officers of the rank of lieutenant commander up!'"

"It is decided that the best course is to flood the engine and boiler rooms ... The abandon ship buzzer sounded to both those rooms: is it too late, too? In the instant the water rushes in, the black gang on duty are dashed to pieces, turned into drops of spray."

"Radar messenger Leading Seaman Kishimoto, seventeen years old: his lips are quivering. Terror-stricken at the chunks of flesh? the gore all around him?
What is more, the reports he himself transmits brim with the ferocity of the battle and the misfortunes of his shipmates.
I look him straight in the eye and give him one blow on the cheek. His boyish face reddens; the quivering ceases. A sweet fellow."

"Even though we have cleared away the lumps of flesh that were scattered all over, the bloodstains remain, like birthmarks.
Already more than half those on the bridge are dead; it is nice to have much more room to move around in,"

"The torpedoes hit aft. Floating in the air for a moment, the stern is mantled in pillars of flame, pillars of water."

"The Chief of Staff: 'Beautifully done, isn't it! ... At the beginning of the war we flung a challenge to the world: how to attack capital ships with carrier planes. Now we get a brilliant answer thrust upon us.'"

"From our starboard bow Kasumi steams blindly at us, flying signal flags: 'Have lost steering control.' Torpedoes must have gotten its rudder.
Kasumi lists drunkenly.
How can we avoid a collision?
Exasperated by our own paralysis, we struggle and finally manage to dodge Kasumi.
For the first time since the battle began, laughter is heard on the bridge. Are we laughing at ourselves?"

"Phone calls from the steering compartment for the main rudder become more frequent. The officer in charge ... reports that the flooding has progressed to the compartment next to him.
Meanwhile, he calmly recites the position of the rudder moment by moment.
Suddenly he shouts twice, his voice understandably constricted: 'Flooding imminent! Flooding imminent!'
Then, a moment's sounds of destruction, and communications break off completely.
On Yamato's main tower the signal flag goes up: 'Rudder damaged'."

"Writhing in agony on the surface of the water, this unsinkable giant ship is now an ideal target for bombs, nothing more."

"The captain: 'How about the portrait of His Majesty?'
From the man in charge ... comes a hastily written reponse delivered by messenger: That he has the imperial portrait in his quarters and has locked the door from the inside. There is no surer way than this, to protect it with his life."

"I see the navigation officer and the assistant navigation officer face each other and bind themselves together.
Knees rubbing and shoulders touching, they attempt to bind each other's legs and hips to the binnacle.
It would be a matter for shame if by any chance they should float to the surface."

"The bridge is already just a dark chamber lying on its side."


Interesting:
There was a nisei serving on Yamato! From California, he'd been at Keio University when the war started and was now intercepting Allied communications. Meanwhile, his brothers were fighting for the Allies in Europe.

From the introduction:
"katakana is used today primarily in telegrams and in transcribing words of foreign origin; before 1945 it was used more broadly, offical government reports being one such use. Yoshida uses katakana throughout, thus emphasizing the sense of immediacy, of reading a military dispatch."

"For naval terminology in English I have followed primarily Samuel Eliot Morison, most notably in speaking of 'Yamato,' not 'the Yamato.'”
When I was little it was always "the Titanic", but then that film came out and everything changed.


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