Thursday, January 12, 2012

A Soak in the Mountains

You can see the lights of Chichibu, a city in the mountains northwest of Tokyo, in the background of this picture. Our room overlooked the city, and so do the outdoor hot springs perched high on the cliffs. We were there for a night during Christmas break to enjoy being together, yet one of us has to soak all on his own in a separate hot spring. Still, it's enjoyable and invigorating to be in freezing temperatures outdoors and up to your neck in hot water, while hearing the rest of the family enjoying themselves on the other side of the wall in the adjacent hot spring.

If you follow Heather's blog, you've already seen these pictures. I'm borrowing them, and you'll see a link to her blog at the top right of this blog, so this is like an ad for her blog and its excellent photography. While the mountains were scenic, the one and only road out was blocked by a collision for two hours, and we had no way out, and an event to attend that evening. That's life in the mountains, I guess.

Getting into the mountains is like going back in time. So many great scenes to photograph, and so many good pictures taken by Heather.

Friday, January 6, 2012

My Visit to Yushukan

Yushukan is a military museum I rode to on my bicycle this week. In seeing all the weapons of war and particularly the suicide attack weapons, and also in reading a decidedly sanitized and selective view of the Pacific War, I asked myself how I would have arranged the museum.

I think it's legitimate to commemorate the sacrifices made by the people of Japan, even in a war of aggression. The walls of small pictures of thousands of men and women who died in the war, of course only the smallest fraction of the more than 2 million who were killed, (plus 500,000 to one million civilians in Japan) is a sobering reminder of the huge pain inflicted when a small group of dedicated extremists seizes control of a country, and then uses that country to attempt to seize control of a whole region of the world.

Those faces I saw were of very young people who were either coerced, manipulated or brainwashed into taking part in the war, some brainwashed to the extent of uselessly throwing away their lives when they could have better served their country by helping to rebuild it postwar. It is good to remember what happened to them, to ensure that all people take seriously their role as citizens in staying informed and voting,  and not shrug their shoulders and say しかったがない (it can't be helped).

Beyond the famous kamikaze raids were suicide charges and troops blowing themselves up rather than surrender. The cause was unworthy, but a willingness to sacrifice oneself for others is admirable. When we lived in Sayama we often saw Japanese Self Defence Force jets flying overhead from the air base in town. One jet had an engine flameout at low altitude, and both airmen stayed aboard rather than eject in order to make sure the jet crashed into the river and not into densely populated areas. Yet, both airmen did not have to stay onboard. I suspect the second airman refused the order to eject from the pilot in command as the plane went down.

In the March tsunami there was the young woman who stayed at her post in the city hall to continually broadcast the tsunami warning over loudspeakers throughout the city until she was swept away to her death by the wave. There are recent examples of brave Japanese sacrificing their lives for others, and I trust future generations will hear about them.



Sunday, January 1, 2012

Without Doubt, The Strangest Post in this Blog!


While it's actually January 1st, this would be appropriate for April 1st...
Behold! Christ's grave in Shingo, Aomori Prefecture The Japan Times Online