I went quite early to hike Mt Parawagan. A peak of intense historical
importance at Wawa/Montalban area. The road up is concrete or mud and
easy in good sunny weather. It can take well over an hour. This depends
on your pace. I know several people up there on the way to the heights.
All are aware of the historical significance of that single peak and the
surrounding ones. It was insane madness. Yet is was not made by Satan
nor was it stopped by God. For Satan was weak that day and God was a
bastard. The hand of Man acted with military weapons. Over a few weeks a
dizzying battle took place. A catch-me-if-you-can kind of thing. You
get caught then you fucking die. As Hiroshi died. How he died does not
matter. What happened to his remains does. Along with 5,600 other
Japanese combat troops and 106 Americans. It was war and those soldiers
signed on the line and paid the price. Did they each have a penny for
the ferry man? Where are their souls now? RIP the dead. Nippon and
Yankees are equal in death. Enjoy Valahalla! The sadness that often
overwhelms me up on Parawagan/Mataba etc is worse than any I ever felt
before. Romance heartbreak/the death of a trusted friend/the death of
parents, this is not comparable. For they are personal. This was simply
beyond words, on a different level. Vangie gets it, Sayuri gets it. Most
are not aware or simply do not care. Why? They have Miralco electric
bills to pay (how can their price per fucking kilowatt be justified?).
Others are more open to the important old events. It forever tied
Philippines/Japan/America together. I had a nice meeting with six
Filipinas and varied guys on the way to the peak. I was called from
above to join them. Jeric's Store was above the road. We talked, chilled
out, sang songs (Moscow Enter Sandman 1991 was mine), ate food. A shame
of no hard core drinking. At this location where tens of thousands of
Japanese/American/Filipinos died their souls needed a final lament. Yes
we had fun, yes we made friends, yes my new friends learned of what
happened here upon the heights of Mt Pacawagan (C for Charlie, this was
the old name, not R for Romeo). Now the peak is viewing decks, holiday
homes (the new white one is exceptionally beautiful) and camp sites.
Maybe I will build a motorcycle factory up there?! Two separate people
offered me to buy land there before. The land belongs to Mother Nature,
God, and surely to the dead who were killed up there? Not to humans and a
piece of paper. Each time I go there I pray for Hiroshi, for the war
dead and for others. Including the small bad tempered one lol. Does it
do any good? You tell me. Oh we had fun, I will climb more there. This
peak has many untold stories. As do all the others. Each one a military
battle site and graveyard of fucking killing. Death of the worst kind. I
have the American and Japanese combat reports. Thanks Sayuri. It isn't
nice. Like Mt Mataba where Japanese troops were blown up and sealed
alive in tunnels. Go visit Mt Parawagan yourself. Enjoy tropical
paradise. And remember the war dead. And be humble and pray for them.
The Americans burned the dead Japanese soldiers with gasoline, the small
was so bad. The bone fragments and teeth will still be there in the ash
and soil. As will the unexploded ordnance. This still kills locals. War
aint the fucking answer. Respect to my friend Sayuri for giving me all
the Japanese war reports and telling me of your grandfather Hiroshi. He
was a father already and died age 33 up there. You are his living legacy
and have done him proud. Thank you for that. This makes my World War 2
war research worth it. It is for the soldiers. Not myself or any others
alive now. It always was. Sayuri. You have an awareness no gal should
ever have. Fuck the politicians. RIP the dead. Salute! Let's hike party
and drink and more hehe \M/ 666 Rock n roll...
