“Tell me the truth about death. I don’t know what it is. We have them, then they are gone but they stay in our minds. Their stories are part of us as long as we live and as long as we tell them or write them down.”
The Pain of Hope
I opened this series trying to describe the anguish a mother must have suffered – no matter what her country – knowing her son was missing in action in a battlefront so far away…
When we closed Part 5 of this series, no Imperial Japanese soldier came down off Mt. Canguipot on August 15, 1945, the day Japan officially surrendered to the Allies.¹ The US Navy and Army had also effectively sealed off any chance of retreating to other islands.
Uncle Suetaro was still on Leyte.
The date when Grandmother Kono and Aunt Michie learned of Japan’s surrender is unknown. After all, Japan and especially Hiroshima was in shambles from the fire and atomic bombings but I’m sure they learned fast enough.
But with war over and just like ANY stateside mother, Grandmother Kono waited for her son to come home… her precious son born in Seattle who was to carry on the family name in Japan.
As days passed then months, deep in her heart, she must have come to the realization Uncle Suetaro may not be coming home…but the hope was still burning inside, I’m sure.
Hope is powerful. Hoping, you believe, will change destiny. But on or about October 15, 1947, Grandmother Kono will learn that such hope can magnify anguish.
She learned her son was declared dead.
Japanese War Records
In January of this year and through the urging of Mr. Ota, my cousin Masako and her daughter Izumi journeyed to the Hiroshima Prefectural Office in hopes of retrieving some official military record or declaration of his death. Not knowing was eating them, too.
Because of the strictness of Japanese society, they were unsure the government would release Uncle Suetaro’s military record (if any) to his niece, Masako. I understand in anticipation of this, Masako had a “song and dance” prepared. She wanted to know that badly as to what happened to him.
She took along the precious, brittle 72 year old notebook with her… the notebook in which Uncle Suetaro hurriedly wrote his good bye letter to Grandmother Kono in May 1944. She told the government worker stories of her Uncle Suetaro from 75 years ago – that he was always happy-go-lucky and was the peacekeeper with his kind heart.
Perhaps the song and dance was unnecessary but she was successful. As sad as it was, she was given Uncle Suetaro’s certified death notification. She was also given a copy of a handwritten IJA service record that abruptly ended in 1943 – when the tide of war turned against Japan.
In Masako’s heart and mind, she then accepted Uncle Suetaro’s fate and resting place.
Uncle Suetaro’s Spirit Calls Out
But with the recent discoveries and stirring of beautiful memories, the spirit of Uncle Suetaro dominated her thoughts my cousin Masako said. His spirit beckoned her mightily…so much so that even with her failing legs, she determined to go “visit him”.
At eighty years of age and with ailing legs, Masako and her filial daughter Izumi journeyed to 備後護国神社, or “Bingo Gokoku Jinjya” on February 2, 2015. It is a military shrine in which resides the god-like spirits of those men who gave their young lives in defense of Japan.
Izumi wrote that she escorted Masako to offer her prayers to Uncle Suetaro at the first altar (below), believing that was a far as she could go.
Then Masako, in a stunning revelation, said, “I am going to climb to the top… Suetaro is calling for me.”
Izumi was beyond belief. Stunned.
Her mother was going to walk up the numerous steps that reached upwards towards the brave spirits. No cane. No assistance. By herself.
Masako climbed the steps, one by one. Determinedly.
Izumi wrote to me that upon reaching the top, Masako said in her Hiroshima dialect (translated by me), “Whew..! I made it! I climbed the stairs! You know, I feel Suetaro was nudging me from behind, all the time.” (「まあ～ あがれたわ～ 末太郎さんが後ろからおしてくれたんじゃろ～か？？？」)
Here is a link to a video from youtube of the shrine and stairs. It is so peaceful, you can hear Uncle Suetaro whispering. No wonder Masako had to climb those stairs:
From that day, Izumi says, Masako had renewed her life energy, all due to the call from Uncle Suetaro’s spirit.
But she did voice in reflection, “Suetaro was starving… When I think about that, dieting is nothing (meaning she can do it).”
Or, “Suetaro must be so lonely… When I think of that, I feel that we must go to Leyte to visit him and offer our prayers so he won’t be lonely anymore.”
…then, “Now I’ve got to go to the pool to strengthen my legs… so that I can walk on Leyte.”
And she means that.
She is likely going to Leyte this year.
And it looks as if Izumi and I will be going, too.
Uncle Suetaro’s Soul and Resting Place
Uncle Suetaro’s dreams of life in America died with him…shared only by him. But his spirit lives on.
Perhaps somewhere on Leyte, while surrounded by the US Army, he glimpsed up at the night sky through the dense palm fronds. Rain fell upon his unwashed face. Perhaps he was wounded and if so, perhaps shivering from a raging infection. If he lived until morning, he found each dawn worse than the dawn before. He was starving.
He knew inside his heart he was not evil… But if I am not evil, why am I here dying?
While I cannot speak to how my Hiroshima cousins feel, to me, the hard evidence tells me Uncle Suetaro did make it to Leyte as a soldier in the IJA’s 41st Regiment. With the good help from Mr. Ota, his official military records document that.
But truthfully, I don’t know if he was in the troop convoy that disembarked on October 26th in Ormoc. Records indicate that only two of three battalions of the 41st Regiment landed there; the third battalion remained on Mindanao for a short period. Yet, it appears that even that last battalion headed to Leyte in short order.
Due to Mr. Ota’s notes and as corroborated by official US Army combat records, Uncle’s 41st Regiment did fiercely engage Colonel Newman’s 34th Infantry at the end of October and that one of Suetaro’s lieutenants was killed during that violent combat.
Combat records of the US 12th Cavalry Regiment document that once again Uncle Suetaro’s unit was engaged in combat. The presence of the 41st Regiment was confirmed by dog tags, having been removed from Japanese bodies then translated by Nisei’s in the US 8th Army’s 166th Language Detachment – the same unit my dad was assigned to in 1947.
There is second hand testimony that a few survivors had assembled on Mt. Canguipot from January 1945… and “mopping up” actions by the US Army units continued. Indeed, it was far from a “mopping up” situation.
Those of you versed in WWII will know of how enemy corpses were handled – down to the use of lye – so there is no need for elaboration. If you are not familiar with how death is handled in a WWII battlefield, the only thing you need to know is it is odious.
Therefore, how he met his death will never be known…nor his place of rest uncovered with his identification intact. Perhaps there was a picture of him and his siblings in his pocket that has long since dissolved away. But dedicated Japanese citizens visit these battlegrounds in search of Japanese remains to cremate them. Maybe Uncle Suetaro has been given such an honor.
I can only hope death had a heart…that he did not suffer for so long only to endure an agonizing death in a lonely confine… but statistically, over 60% of the 2,875,000 Japanese war deaths was attributed to starvation or illness (including those arising from wounds and lack of medical care).
Indeed, Uncle Suetaro is a soul lost in a faraway jungle.
Mr. Ota, on behalf of my family here in the US, I thank you for your help in our search for Uncle Suetaro.
Part 1 is here.
Part 2 is here.
Part 3 is here.
Part 4 is here.
Part 5 is here.
- Yes, some holdouts continued to fight the Allies after war’s official end and more lives were lost on both sides. And indeed, there were two notable soldiers who held out for many, many years. Sgt. Onoda was the longest holdout, living for 29 years in a Philippine jungle until his former commanding officer flew to the Philippines then personally rescinded his order to stay and fight but this is atypical.
44 thoughts on “A Soul Lost in a Faraway Jungle – Part 6/Epilogue”
Koji, you did a wonderful job researching and telling this compelling true story. It is a touching tribute to your uncle and to your family. I am sure your family appreciates your good work and is very proud of you.
Thank you kindly, good sir. Very much appreciated. Best to Ms. Sugar!
Thank you Koji for sharing your story. It touched me. –Curt
You are always the gentleman, Curt. Thank you.
very well done.RIP
I thank you, sir, for stopping by and your kind thoughts.
I think of your Uncle Suetaro every time I think of our veteran’s Koji. You have done an honorable work of his memory and family records. Rest in Peace.
Thank you very, very much, Chatter Master.
❤ From my heart to your family Koji. You are very welcome.
I hope DNA samples are put on file before Mr. Noguchi cremates the remains? You and your family have some excellent research on your uncle. With all the chaos going on in the P.I. at the time, I’m surprised when anyone receives an answer about anything. Great article, Koji!!
You know, gpcox, I don’t believe they have an extensive DNA program in place. From what I understand, when they find skeletal remains, they collect them, chant prayers then start a funeral pyre. The ashes, though, are apparently taken back to Japan.
Thank you for your kind comment!
Do you think this site might be helpful to you?
Thank you! Yes, it added a bit of info. It stated P-38’s attacked the convoy. I did pass it on to my cousins.
Glad I could help in some minuscule way.
These are such painfully beautiful posts they bring tears to my eyes. I am so glad Masako-san has found peace, and I will look forward to your post after you visit Leyte. RIP Uncle Suetaro, you live on in memories. Again, your research is amazing, Koji-san. (A belated otanjoubi omedetou gozaimasu to your father!)
Aw, thank you, Linda, for the birthday wishes. My second cousin Izumi really went out of her way to help her mother Masako (my cousin) find peace. She works so many hours then she helped transfer the vertical Japanese writing in the book into horizontal so that I could use my software. That took hours. My family thanks you for the kind thought about Suetaro.
Yes, it is such a tragedy that people start wars and then they must be stopped unless evil is to be allowed to triumph. Between the two sides are the innocent, who seem so often to pay such a very high price.
I am totally in agreement, sir, and thank you for your comment. The only thing I wish to add is that if we must go to war, our nation must back the Armed Forces 100%…and go full tilt to minimize our losses.
Absolutely. Every loss is a whole human being.
A moving story of courage and memory.
Thank you, Hilary!
Most engaging Koji. I am in awe of your writing skills. It is sad to think of the life lost in that conflict.
Gar, thank you so kindly for visiting and your compliments. They are very much appreciated. My best to the missus.
Thank you for the whole series!
You are very kind…and blessed with ability to speak/write in at least two languages!
Wow, what a story. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for stopping by and the tweet!
A beautiful ending!
Thanks, sir! Hope all is well over there. Are you going to start writing??? 🙂
You are welcome! I always think about it but haven’t quite started yet.
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Such a poignant story.
Thank you very much, Pierre.
I wasn’t WordPress notified Koji…
Such a poignant story and upcoming epilogue.
There is absolutely no reason to apologize, sir. There are hundreds of better blogs to read!
What a wonderful read. Thank you so much.
I sincerely apologize for this tardy reply but life has gotten in the way. Thank you for your kind comment. War history is written by each country… and even then, it is written as their leadership deems “correct”. There are many stories but only one true set of facts. Unfortunately, the latter is rarely disclosed.
No need to apologize. It is always wonderful to hear another perspective.
It is very nice and clear WW2 story but it is sad when it comes to the death of your uncle. May your uncle Rest In Peace.
I would like to ask. I am a Filipino and I live here in the Philippines. If somebody found and hide many Ninshikihyo’s (Japanese Military Dog Tag) including your uncle’s dog tag, Are this Ninshikihyo’s still important as a Japanese historical national treasure? Are this Ninshikihyo’s still important for the relatives of the Japanese military owner as a relics of the fallen?
Thank you for your very thoughtful comment, Diosdado. I suspect they may be of some value to families. It woukd, however, require the mikitary records be still available so they can trace the soldier’s regiment and individual’s number. If you think some can be possibly returned, I can inquire qith Mr. Ota, the man mwntioned in the story. Thank you very much again.
You are warm welcome Muztang.koji.
Thank you very much for paying attention with my concern. Actually I have 6 Nishikihyo’s and some Japanese military valuable items fressly treasured from the mountainous areas of Sierra Madre in the province of Rizal (WW2 Japanese military hideout and became a battle field) in Luzon Island. The location of each Nishikihyo’s where it found were recorded through GPS coordinates. Can I send the images of those Ninshikihyo’s in your email such that you may have advance information about it as soon I clean them from very rusty look that they may be seen and read clearer? If it so, please notify me in my email, email@example.com.
I don’t have intention to keep them coz they are not personally and spiritually mine.
Thank you again Muztang.koji. I hope that in the near future some of THE LOST SOUL IN A FARAWAY JUNGLE in the Philippines the Japanese military in particular will be glad coz of us.