Creative Writing: Diary Of Abesh Yamauchi

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December 5, 1941 Once again I am writing to you journal. My name is Abesh Yamauchi. I am a 19 year old man that has enlisted in the Japanese Navy. You can say that I am the archetypal farmer's son schooled in the Shinto tradition. Death doesn't scare me, it brings joy to me. Right now I am living on the Chikuma aircraft. It is nothing like home but I have gotten over that. My mom tried to convince me that I should not be involved with war but I knew that this was my purpose in life. At this time, Japan is experiencing a decreasing capacity to wage war, the loss of experienced pilots, which has turned us to kamikaze bombers like my self. This means god wind which I am still trying to understand. I have just got out of secondary school and…show more content…
The wind was whipping by my window that I peered out. We are currently 275 miles north of our target. The room this aircraft is limited and I am starting to get cramps in my legs. This has journey is starting to feel like days while it is only 1 hour and 40 minutes. As I looked around I saw everyone. The dive bombers, torpedo bombers and the fighters. We were all flying with the same thought and destiny. The same people who I was eating and sleeping with a day ago. Everyone all of a sudden looked different. It feels like I have never met them before. Veering right toward the west coast of the island, we could see that the sky over Pearl Harbor was clear. There were no enemy fighter pilots in the air, just a calm peaceful Sunday morning. The dive bombers started to climb in altitude and disappeared. The torpedo bombers started to decline and head for many U.S carriers. The environment was not peaceful anymore as I heard the multiple bombs go off. My team did not stop at our first attack at Ford Island. We kept going east to Honolulu. As we closed in, enemy antiaircraft fire began to concentrate on us. With dark, black clouds blew up next to us we dove down and dropped 2 bombs. As they fell I laid on the cockpit floor watching them until I saw 2 clouds of smoke come up from the carrier. I yelled “Hit!” to my other members. It took 3 tries to get a hit and the feeling was incredible. Three of my bombs

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