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Watch the full story here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Luc83G92WRc
Glimpses of the lives of Kamikaze pilots could be seen from the diary of one Shouko Maeda. She was one of the many high-school girls tasked with helping and cleaning the billets of Kamikaze pilots. She described: The cockpits of Kamikaze planes were full of Sakura flowers. High school girls would forage the countryside for Sakura and stuffed these on the cockpits. When the pilots took off, the girls would wave Sakura branches frantically at the departing planes. After they took off, these planes would circle above the airfield, bidding farewell. Family members, high school girls, and townspeople, all stood at the airfield even long after the planes had disappeared from sight. Then, Sakura petals fell down from the sky, one by one, as if snowing. These flowers had been blown out of the cockpits by the departing Kamikazes. Back at the barracks, she remembered how humble these men lived; in a confined space, sleeping on mere straw beds and a single sheet of blanket. At first she thought these men were aloof and very dignified, yet once she started conversation with them, they turned out to be very gentle and friendly. The girls would stroll with the pilots, singing songs and laugh together. They were treated as little sisters by these Kamikaze men.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Luc83G92WRc
Glimpses of the lives of Kamikaze pilots could be seen from the diary of one Shouko Maeda. She was one of the many high-school girls tasked with helping and cleaning the billets of Kamikaze pilots. She described: The cockpits of Kamikaze planes were full of Sakura flowers. High school girls would forage the countryside for Sakura and stuffed these on the cockpits. When the pilots took off, the girls would wave Sakura branches frantically at the departing planes. After they took off, these planes would circle above the airfield, bidding farewell. Family members, high school girls, and townspeople, all stood at the airfield even long after the planes had disappeared from sight. Then, Sakura petals fell down from the sky, one by one, as if snowing. These flowers had been blown out of the cockpits by the departing Kamikazes. Back at the barracks, she remembered how humble these men lived; in a confined space, sleeping on mere straw beds and a single sheet of blanket. At first she thought these men were aloof and very dignified, yet once she started conversation with them, they turned out to be very gentle and friendly. The girls would stroll with the pilots, singing songs and laugh together. They were treated as little sisters by these Kamikaze men.
