Not been near, however it be the place my Pater ended amongst the last casualties of WW-II (likely in July!) via Kamikaze--merely presumably. as I've yet to unearth from some Details-sanctum: an actual report of 'Cause'. He was aboard one of the many ships, a naval Pharmacist Mate enroute to MD-hood--so just a month ... short.

(As I was a mere tad), had heard nothing since his "Greetings" from the War Dept--at least then it was more honest; "Defense Dept" is soo Murican a bald-faced euphemism). Thus it was less traumatic an event por moi than for most folks. Maybe my first noticing of, "when you turn that ignition key" ... ya never know what the Roulette Wheel has in store.

Later on I learned of the intricate cave systems on Okinawa, thence the murderous cross fires to secure finally, the whole plot. Lately though, as over the many years.. the inhabitants have had Quite Enough of Murican forces and their home-grown habits re local lasses--nuff said: just add-to-lists now exponentially mulitiplied by The Menaces's dismantling of the word, 'Ally' (amidst our other nasty qualities, now so universally Noticed).

I think I'd punt on a visit, though.