By Seiya Ohata
Former Captain in the Army Medical Corps
Member, Japanese American Veterans Association
Vienna, VA (Sept. 23, 2014) — Serving in the Army Medical Corps, First Lieutenant Seiya Ohata is the only Japanese American who is known to have served in Operation Overlord: the D-Day Invasion of the European continent that began on June 6, 1944.
The following is a condensed version of Dr. Ohata’s wartime story, which the Japanese American Veterans Association invited him to write. Visit the JAVA website at www.javadc.org)for Dr Ohata’s full report, which includes his father’s detention, involuntary repatriation to Japan, return to Maui and the government’s repeated efforts to confiscate the family’s property.
“I was born in the town of Lahaina, Maui, spent my childhood in Paia, now known as the windsurfing capital of the world, attended Maui High School, the University of Dayton, Ohio, and received my medical degree from the University of Missouri — St. Louis.
“When the war started on Dec 7, 1941, I was a senior medical student. Those were very tough times. I was thoroughly investigated by the FBI because of the status of my father, a physician and a leader in the Japanese community on Maui. When World War II broke out, he was immediately detained and all of his assets were frozen. I needed financial aid desperately, so I went to the army recruiting office to enlist. I was rejected repeatedly but was accepted in March 1943, when I received my medical degree and was commissioned as a First Lieutenant.
“Following training and duty at various camps, I was assigned to the 165th field hospital, Camp Grant, Illinois, for deployment to Europe. We left New Jersey in the spring of 1944 — the convoy zigged-zagged their way through Northern Atlantic to avoid the German U-boats. Finally, in about two weeks we arrived in England. D-Day started on June 6th when General Eisenhower unleashed the mightiest onslaught imaginable and the allies invaded Normandy. We waited and when the allies established a beach-head, we were ordered to proceed. I think it was around midnight on June 7th when our landing craft brought us to the shores of Omaha Beach in Normandy. The tide was low and the landing craft could go only so much–we had about 50 yards to go–it seemed like a mile. We had to wade in. My comrades were six footers–the water came up to their knees so it was not a problem, but being only five foot, the water came up to my waist! I had to carry my backpack over my head—it was very difficult. We finally arrived in the wee hours on June 8th.
“The Army Corps of Engineers did a superb job of setting up the tents and building our field hospital in the outskirts of Cherbourg in Normandy. It was a heart wrenching site to see the severe destruction of the area. I remember the little village of Saint Lo–it was totally demolished–not one building was standing. The casualties were high and we worked caring for the wounded. Then came the Battle of the Bulge. The Battle was fierce – the casualties high. In early spring of 1945, I received orders to be transferred to Collecting Company B, a medical unit attached to 286th Infantry Regiment, 97th Infantry Division (of) Patton’s 3rd Army. We were on the outskirts of Pilsen, Czechoslovakia, awaiting orders to attack. Instead, we received orders to cease fire! The war was over!
“Soon we were on our way home. As our troop ship neared the United States and we saw The Statue of Liberty – what a sight that was – our Company Commander announced, “Good news! You will all get 30 days leave – visit your loved ones, your family and friends. Return to Fort Bragg, North Carolina for regrouping then we will proceed on to the Asiatic Theatre to fight Japan!” Then he added, “Except Lieutenant Ohata because no one goes from the zone of interior (ZI) (continental US) to the combat zone (Hawaii) for a vacation. “But it is my home,” I cried. To make a long story short, I was given a telephone number in Washington DC to explain my plight. I called and the officer whom I talked to also said he never heard of anyone going from the ZI to the combat zone for a vacation period. Success! I was granted permission to go to Hawaii.
“So, off to the nearest army airfield I went. “I arrived at Hickam – still had a short flight to Maui. When I arrived on Maui, a Captain in his jeep gave me a ride and took me right to the door steps of my home. When I knocked on the door and my mother burst into tears. Tears of joy! My mother was a very stoic person. This was the first time that I saw her cry.
“I had a wonderful three weeks. I then headed back to Ft. Bragg, North Carolina. Upon arrival, I was told that no ethnic Japanese could go to the Asiatic Theatre unless he was in the intelligence corps as an interpreter. While my unit was shipped to Asia, I was reassigned to Camp Atterbury. Following my discharge from service, I returned to Paia, where I began my private medical practice.”