Skip to comments.VJ Day, Honolulu Hawaii, August 14, 1945
Posted on 05/26/2012 7:46:49 AM PDT by Doogle
How it was 1945, on VJ Day. Kodachrome 16mm film. Honolulu.
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Thank you so much for posting. Seeing it in color makes it look so different than most WWII-era videos——much more recent, more “real”, somehow. And it makes me cry, because my dad was still in Europe then, and I wonder what he was doing that day.
My dad had mostly recovered from burns suffered in a crash landing of his C-46 in India and had been informed that his services might be required again in the planned invasion of Japan in late 1945. He was a Hump Pilot in the CBI Campaign.
I can only imagine the relief he and others felt when the VJ news was made public.
God bless your dad....those injuries must have been awful.
The Japan invasion would definitely have happened. My dad was in the Battle of the Bulge, and after a rest, he would have gone, as well. Neither of us would probably be here if they hadn’t bombed Hiroshima & Nagasaki.
Janey... You’ll love this!
Hi - saw it several months ago. But yeah, it’s great. My eyeball peepers are full of sand about now so gonna hit the bed. Take care ... Janey
Good stuff. Thanks.
Pretty cool footage. Of course, most of the time I was watching I couldn’t help but think “Yeah, nowadays, they’d be ticketed, they’d be arrested, ticketed, ticketed, arrested...”
Yep that's the way it was. I had been part of that too. We were in occupation in Austria awaiting orders. No one had been released from the Army. But now the war was over we could go home. It was August I was 19. I couldn't vote. Nine months to go for my turn to go home. Then Life begins. Thank you Pres Truman.
I had some ‘short snorters’ which my uncle sent me shortly after the war. He was a navigator on a B29 flying bombing missions over Japan. Upon his death many years ago, I gave them to his eldest son, my younger cousin.
As I recall, it was Chinese paper money taped together in a string, signed and dated by his fellow crew members after each mission. I wonder if this tradition is still carried on in today’s USAF?
Thank you so much for your service.
It was 1946 before my dad made it home.
They built the airfields just behind the front lines across the pacific. Saipan, Okinawa and others I no longer remember. They were close enough to the fighting on Okinawa that my father said they would occasionally get a stray artillery shell landing on the field.
Some truly could not bear it and went on to shoot or stab themselves to death after the Emperor came on the air at noon, 15 August 1945. Others believed the fascist Imperial Jap Tojo-clique propaganda that said once the hairy, drunk, stinky huge Americans arrived in Japan in droves they would a) rape all the small, local women (with their large prowesses--no kidding, they said this), and b) eat the Japanese kids. So many of them also went into hiding, smeared human excrement on their bodies (the pretty looking Japanese women who also cut their hair short and put on men's clothing), and others who sadly and uncessarily committed suicide for fear of being violated by the landing conquerors. Tokyo was one huge flat, bombed out parking lot. A real contrast to ebullient downtown Honolulu with pretty girls in cut offs and happy, shirtless, suntanned guys. Total victory and jublilation on one side, and total loss of a face and dejection on the other. This is the kind of absolute victory that Obama once said made him "uncomfortable about America." Traitor.
I was in Sagamihara and Yokohama, 1951-1961 and recall large areas of blackened, bombed out areas near Camp Zama.
There was a family living in a large cave not too far from our home. Japan didn’t really recover from the war until the 1960s.
My father was in a hospital in California recovering from wounds suffered while fighting on Okinawa in the US Marines, but he would have recovered in time to have taken part in the invasion, if it had come to that. He had no doubt that using the atomic bomb was the right thing to do.
Did Kodachromes at that time record sound?
I was wondering if the sounds of the people cheering and the airplanes flying overhead were edited-in.
I was about 10th in a long line of replacement infantry troops on Leyte the day a young Lt.(I was a couple of months away from being 19) came out of the equipment supply quanset hut and told us to go back to our tents as the shooting was over. As I recall the scuttlebutt was that our tent was being outfitted to go to Mindoro Island. Years later I was informed for certain that Mindoro was a staging place for the 96th Div. in preparation for the invasion of Japan. The 96th Div. had returned to the Philippines after combat on Okinawa. My only sibling brother had been killed on Okinawa serving with the 96th Div. The 96th Div. was cancelled from occupying duty in Japan and instead was chosen for service release. I spent several months on Leyte in an ordinance company. Ond from our camp on a knoll inthe middle of a rice paddy we could see several hundred yards across the paddy at least one Jap straggler in the mountains. Four of us got permission to go and get the Jap to give up. We never found the Jap but I did come back to camp with a big bunch of monkey bananas. There is much more to this story as well as at a later time when assigned to the Army Air Force in the Marianas to get my service time in. It was interesting and memorable to see the human remnants of the war there especially the burned out caves apparently by flame throwers.
I’m sorry about the loss of your brother.
Thank you for sharing that. You were one of the many who got a reprieve on life when the bombs were dropped on Japan.
My parents were older when they had me-—I’m in my 40s-—but I never get tired of hearing WWII stories from your generation. My parents are gone now, but I still feel the connection. God bless.
...that's what my short snorter looked like.
It's interesting to learn that the 'Screaming Eagles' have adopted this 'Zoomie' tradition.
My dad flew B-29's out of Guam, bombing oil refineries. He was on Northwest Field, Guam. Part of the 315th Heavy bombardment Group.
Did your dad pass on any short snorters to you? My cousin passed on his dad's short snorters with pride to his three sons, all of whom served in the US Military.
He did give us different things from his time in the Air Corps. Funny story... My dad had given my oldest brother, Art, his service .45. The firing pin had broken, but my brother was able to get a replacement. We took the .45 with some of dad's old ammunition to try out the weapon. Art put the ammunition into the clip and he took shots at rats at the local dump. The ammunition turned out to be tracer bullets. We don't know who was more surprised, us or the rats.
I still have dad's uniforms, both tropical and the green wool. Even an Eisenhower jacket.
Whoops... that’s short snorters.