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World War 2
Patrick
04/17/2014, Pacific

Command Center

There was once a TV game show called "Camouflage". The contestant looked at a large picture then, with a pointer, tried to trace out a hidden pattern as layers of obscura were peeled away with each round. This picture of a building you have probably seen before but it is not easily recognized as it is obscured by 70 years of vegetation minus some removing of overgrowth so tourists can have access.

The big clue is, this is a World War 2 era, Japanese construction in the Pacific. If you watched the mini series, The Pacific, the Hanks/Speilberg production, this is the bombed out Japanese Command Center which the U.S. Marines had to fight their way past after crossing the runway. In the movie scene, Japanese were on both levels laying down heavy fire at the oncoming Americans. In reality, the building is well on the same side of the runway as the approaching Marines and there was no need to cross the runway, but this is a minor point.

There were other heavily fortified block houses and bunkers which the Marines had to subdue before reaching the Command Center on their way to the airport. Rounds from American tanks merely bounced off the thick concrete. In some cases it took the large projectiles from U.S. battle ships, cruising well offshore, to be called in to knock a hole in the thick fortifications. In other cases heavy smoke was used to obscure the battlefield so infantry could move up to the fortification and toss in hand grenades and hopefully, at the same time, not have their hand shot off by the enemy or have a grenade thrown out to them. There is one scene where on top of a bunker, a U.S. Marine easily tips over the coned top of an air vent and drops in a hand grenade. Those cones are welded on and not easily removed. If a grenade can be dropped down an air vent, the bottom of the vent is blocked with a very thick round piece of steel with about 6 round holes to allow air flow and stop a hand grenade. After blasting away the steel grate, it would take a second grenade to do some real damage, that is, if there were not a concrete pillar just below the vent reaching to about 2 feet of the ceiling to act as a blast deflector. Certainly, the ears of the defenders would be left ringing as well as pain in their eyes and brains.

The battle for Peleliu was even more horrendous than the earlier battle at Tarawa and no matter how graphic a TV show is, it cannot depict the reality of the carnage and difficulty of displacing Japanese who do not have the word " surrender" in their vocabulary. The Japanese were there to die and kill as many Americans as possible in the process.

The movie crew did a very good job of building a set to faithfully recreate the Japanese Command Center building. During World War 2, the view from the Command Center, all the bunkers and caves in other areas of the island, were clear to the ocean. Now, there are no long views from any fortification as all is obscured by tall vegetation. At the airport, even two of the smaller adjoining runways forming the top of the 4 shape, are overgrown leaving only the very long and wide main runway. But it is curious why the main runway is kept clear for such a great width and length when only a very rare private or small commuter plane lands there. I suspect, like the U.S. financed lengthening of the already very long runway in Majuro, Marshall Islands, and the mowing of the equally long runway at desolate Bikini Atoll, this runway on Peleliu is, for now, an emergency runway for large jets or possible use by the U.S. now that there is a military build up in the Pacific to counter the growing Chinese arsenal. After 70 years, suddenly, there is now an extensive effort to clear unexploded ordinance from areas around the airport in Peleliu. There is a token U.S. Army presence of 13 infrastructure troops, ie electricians, carpenters, stationed at a small base near the commercial airport several islands north of Peleliu. They are there to do good will work around Palau. But their presence is a toe hold, history could very well repeat itself.


Trekking into the mountains called Bloody Nose Ridge, tourist trails are marked and cleared of live ordinance. This gave us the chance to walk and crawl into the caves fortified by the Japanese. Looking out, to what would have been a wide open vista, it was easy to see how the Japanese could comfortably shoot large cannons and smaller mortar rounds with little worry of returned rounds being a direct hit on them. Even outside of caves, circular stacks of coral rocks backing up to a solid rock wall formed mortar and machine gun nests. The walking was not always easy on sharp coral slicing at our shoes.

One day I returned alone to Bloody Nose Ridge to explore off the beaten path. One ridge over from the tourist trail, I found areas inside large depressions, like sink holes, which the Japanese had used for outdoor living. Stacks of bottles in good condition were under a small overhang, live mortars were stacked and a hand grenade minus the igniting pin, was resting prominently on a rock. I worked my way back to the tourist trail to explore more caves. There were once hundreds of fortified caves and adjoining corridors but many of the openings were sealed by the Marines to keep the Japanese from coming from other areas to reman the areas the Marines had spent so much effort clearing.

This day there was no one else on the marked trail till I neared its end. That is where I met two American WW2 buffs, Bruce and Rick. This is their fifth trip to Peleliu. They had a synergy and interest of which I was fortunate to latch onto. Together we trekked past the cleared trail into higher elevations of the ravine and into denser brush. We made our own trail the tangle of vegetation. They were looking for hill 140, a historic ridge in the area where the well liked U.S. captain Andrew Halbane was killed. The bushwhacking and wabbling over the sharp coral was very difficult. But it was worth the effort. We were careful to watch our step when we found old mortar fortifications. The arms are no longer there but the live projectiles lay scattered on the ground. Trekking deeper into the serpentine ridges we found caves which had not been visited for a very long time. Old helmets, blue rice bowls with the Japanese anchor printed on the bottom and clips of 5 rounds of rifle bullets were easy to find. In one very difficult to reach cave we found a very rusty sward amongst the artifacts. Those things are still there for someone else to find. In the same area we found what was left of an airplane wing. It was totally perforated with bullet holes. Another decimated part of an airplane wing was not far away. That pilot held his approach to drop his bomb and was disintegrated in the process. Trekking off the marked trails gave us a great appreciation for the rugged and jagged geology of the area where there is often a vertical 100 foot drop into a labyrinth of shorter, yet vertical, coral walls.

Palau is one of the nicest island nations we have visited. The roads are well paved and maintained. There is no trash along the roads and sidewalks. Taxi cabs are hard to find as so many people own their own cars. The people of Palau are friendly and respectful. As a tourist, crime is not a consideration. Besides the many millions of free money the U.S. hands to the government of Palau for the privilege of being their protectorate, tourism in Palau is big business. It appears Japanese tourists outnumber any other nationality for bringing in tourist dollars. Because of the expensive economy in Japan, Palau is an affordable tourist destination which it is far cheaper than visiting Hawaii.

While Rick, Bruce and I were ripping the skin on our legs and arms through tangles of overgrowth, Rebecca was biking more roadways looking for the colorful and some unique species of birds in the tree branches. She spotted King Fishers, Noddy Terns and an assortment of doves and parrots.

Palau is noted as being one of the top 10 SCUBA dive destinations in the world. Rebecca and I have not been impressed with the scattered snorkeling spots inside the barrier reef. Snorkeling on the outside of the reef is quite another story. Beautiful coral, loads of sizable fish and massive schools of reef fish which seem to be determined to get somewhere on a schedule. In deeper water, I hear there are schools of jacks and a species I never before heard of as well as the ubiquitous gray reef sharks and pelagic sharks. But there is a catch. The government thinks up tourist fees for everything. If you want to snorkel or SCUBA there is a "park fee" of $50 good for ten days. To take our sailboat to Pelileu, it cost us $125 for the boat. If we wandered off the roads to view something of interest, there is a $10 per person charge good for ten days. There are so many fees that I won't mention all of them here. But to some degree, these extra charges are worth while as they allow the government to maintain the tourist sites which is not done in the Marshall Islands or the Federated States of Micronesia, which includes Pohnpei. In Pohnpei no one clears the strangling vegetation from the World Heritage site of Nan Mandel.

Palau is not a cruising boat friendly place. Because of the excessive "fees", Palau is not a top destination for cruising sailboats. Each island or state in Palau has their own yachting fees. The island of Angar wants $100 per day for a yacht to visit. Other islands have their own odd fees as though they have something special to offer. Waterfront hotels do not want sailboats to anchor off their shore and dingy to their beach. Most cruisers will anchor in the cove at Sam's Tours without cruising any other islands of Palau, then move on to the cheaper Philippines. And this is what we will soon do, as soon as the wind shifts out of the south west.

There are more images in the Photo Album to the right.



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There Are Laws But We Don't Enforce Them
03/03/2014, Pacific

Caution, there are terrible descriptions to be read here and there are pictures in the Photo Albums to the right titled Death of The Turtles. Why would I publish this information on a cruising blog site, which is supposed to tell about the romance of the sea and out of the way places? Because this is the reality. And the reality is, the U.S. taxpayers throw large amounts of money to support environmental protection in other countries. That is money enthusiastically received but nothing is gained from it. In the name of conservation, maybe this exposure will prompt the people in Washington, DC to stop throwing money at these island nations and who squander the money for everything except the purpose for which it was intended.

Throughout the Pacific and Caribbean, island nations have turtle conservation laws but most islanders are far removed from any national enforcement. These remote villagers live off their own labors of raising crops, pigs, catching fish and turtles. Reef fish and turtles are becoming a very scarce commodity.

Pacific, island nations like Palau, the Marshall Islands and Federated States of Micronesia are Trust Territories of the U.S. . That means these countries receive thousands of millions of U.S. taxpayer dollars every year simply because the U.S. defeated Japan in World War 2. It is also a way of buying votes in the United Nations. The Environmental Protection Agencies in these countries are well funded by U.S. dollars. Money is also received from Australia and New Zealand. In the capital cities of these small Pacific island nations, there is a marine conservation office but when it comes to turtles, there is an office with a sign on the door and people sitting at a desk to collect their pay checks, and that is it.

One of the most egregious turtle encounters I witnessed took place in Majuro, the capital of the Marshall Islands. A well known politician passed away. It is custom for a high ranking official to have food, including turtle, served at his burial ceremony. To fulfill this requirement, an open boat with a 40 horsepower outboard, was dispatched to a nearby atoll where sea turtles were nesting. Two huge female turtles and one smaller turtle was grabbed. Riding upside down on the long pounding ride back to Majuro, the two larger turtles had holes worn through their shells to expose flesh inside of their broken backs. Late in the day, the 3 turtles were dumped into a concrete tank near the Outer Island Fish Market Center dock. From the top of the tank to the seawater level is a drop of about 8 feet depending on the tide level. The two largest turtles were spewing eggs everywhere. The next morning, before I could take a picture of the 3 turtles in the tank, the 2 largest turtles had been removed. I did get a picture of the smaller turtle in the holding tank which was littered on the bottom with turtle eggs. At other times, I have witnessed at the Robert Rhimer Enterprises floating dock, turtles being offloaded from fishing boats then thrown into the back of a pickup truck to be hauled away.

I went to the Department of Environmental Management and spoke with a lady conservation officer and her male counterpart. I asked if there were laws against taking sea turtles. She responded that it was illegal to take sea turtles at any time of the year. "Do you enforce those laws?" I asked. Sheepishly, she said no. Then she gave an example of when she was working in marine conservation in Palau, they found their own marine patrols were taking sea turtles using conservation boats while on duty. So, rather than enforcement, they tried to educate people why not to take sea turtles. And that is the odd, illogical thinking pervasive in the U.S. associated islands, especially in government offices of the Marshall Islands. Hopefully this blog entry may encourage the proper U.S. authorities to cut funding to the Marshall Islands and encourage a closer look at how U.S. dollars are spent in the other Trust Territories.

Although the Marshall Islands is supposed to be respecting copyright laws, in the capital of Majuro, bootleg DVD stores do a brisk business. On the shelf I found a DVD titled "Tortuga," made in conjunction with the Austrian Film Institute and Save Our Seas Foundation. It is an incredibly well done documentary following baby Hawksbill turtles as they leave the Atlantic beaches of Florida and return 21 years later. I gave two copies of this DVD to the "conservation" officers in Majuro in hopes they can educate themselves and others. I secured many more copies of the same DVD and hand them to remote village school teachers and anyone else who is interested in learning about their environment. Hopefully, at the least, the DVD will help encourage those taking turtles illegally to allow the female turtles to lay their eggs unmolested.

The turtle pictures for this blog were taken on an uninhabited atoll, in the month of February, somewhere in the Pacific. I do not want to betray the fishermen's trust in me by exposing just where these pictures were taken. These men come from another atoll, 40 miles away, to catch and dry fish and collect as many turtles as possible. Because of over fishing, there is not much left on the reefs of their own home atoll. They were catching an averag 2 turtles a day and there was no concern if they were male turtles or females loaded with eggs. When cleaning the turtles, eggs were put in jars of vinegar and salt which would preserve them for several weeks. Turtle meat, uncooked, was cut into thin strips and dried in the sun. Fresh turtle meat, cooked, taste like prime rib or at least a very nice pork chop.

This is a lame blog site. Captions cannot be attached to images in the folders to the right. Nor can I arrange the folders to appear in a preferred order in the window to the right. You must open the entire section then select the Turtle folder. Because of this, I will give the capturing and cleaning process here.

To capture a turtle in the water, a 15 foot long wood shaft mounted with a detachable barbed spear head is set on the end. From the bow of an 18' open boat, the spearman would thrust the spear into the neck of an unsuspecting turtle resting on the surface. Sometimes, turtles resting on the shallow lagoon bottom would wake to the same spear head penetrating their neck, jammed their by a turtle man outfitted with swim mask and fins. The breakaway spear head is connected to a long thin line with a large plastic float on the opposite end. Once speared, the turtle has no hope of escape.

Generally, the turtles are dead or near dead by the time the boat returns to the fishermen's camp. The most dead turtle is processed first. First the fins are cut from the turtle. A fire is then set on the stomach of the upturned turtle for 15 minutes. This is not to cook anything but to soften the underbelly so that portion of the shell is easier cut away with a knife. But the fins are placed in the fire so they will be roasted and soon eaten by the hungry fishermen who have been out all day in the hot sun.

The charred turtle is dragged into the ocean to cool it and wash away ash and debris. Back on the beach, the underside is cut away with a knife to expose the insides of the turtle. Nothing inside the turtle goes to waste. The intestines are evacuated and washed in sea water. Even the head is dried. Once all the large objects are removed from the shell, two women begin slicing the raw meat into thin strips. The turtlemen then gather around to scrape and scoop what remains from the shell for their own immediate consumption. Cooked taro root is dropped into the soupy liquid to help soak up the juices and add to the meal. The turtle shell is discarded.


Now that we are in the island of Palau, we will work on a little happier blog for a new entry.


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03/04/2014 | Rohabn
Proving once again what a stunned animal man really is. Fortunately for most species, man is likely nearing the end of his time on this planet, the big question is how many other species will he exterminate along with himself? Thank you for shining a light on a major problem.
03/05/2014 | andy
I forwarded this on to some people. You've started the ball rolling... Maybe it will help keep it ball rolling.
04/14/2014 | Patrick
14Apr2014
Postscript: Thanks for your responses and I hope some official attention will develop from this. I did not mention that Rebecca and I departed Olimarao Atoll prematurely before I was able to get all the pictures I wanted. We had a medical situation which needed addressing. Our friends on another yacht offered to stay and take the pictures for me. Those 6 images are now added to the Death of The Turtles folder in the Photo Gallery to the right. Unfortunately, after we departed the atoll, the carnage picked up its pace. Conservation or planning for the future is not in their language. The stacks of turtle eggs prove this. In the newest images, the turtles laying on their backs are still alive, apparently, as long as they are in the shade they will stay alive for two weeks without food or water. The natives wanted to take some live turtles back to their home atoll. These fishermen, from Lamotrek Atoll, mentioned that they do find stainless steel tags on some turtles but they throw the tags away.

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I'd Pick More Daisies

I'd Pick More Daisies
By 
Nadine Stair, age 85

If I had my life to live over,
       	I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
            	I would relax. I would limber up.
      I would be sillier than I have on this trip.
      I would be crazier. I would be less hygienic.
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I would burn more gasoline. I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
  I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
         You see, I am one of those people who lives
    prophylactically and sensibly and sanely, 
	hour after hour, day after day.
 
               Oh, I have had my moments
  And if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them.
        In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. 
	   Just moments,one after another.
      Instead of living so many years ahead each day.
     I have been one of those people who never go anywhere
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		raincoat, and a parachute.
 
    If I had to do it over again, I would go places and do things.
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