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Okinawa<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

Part Eight<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0October-December 1966<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

New Horizons<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

After my return to Naha I tried to get my life back in order, but as my dear friends began to leave\u2014first, Nat and Smokey for home, then Ramie, Peewee, and finally Roomie to Vietnam\u2014and the reality sunk in that I was no longer married, I began to find myself feeling more and more isolated and alone.<\/p>\n

A few weeks later while at work, I overheard a couple of my coworkers discussing their upcoming participation in a karate competition.\u00a0 Although I had never been very interested in participating in sports activities\u2014aside from playing a bit of basketball\u2014their conversation piqued my interest, so I decided to ask a couple of questions.<\/p>\n

They told me that they were part of a karate club, one of many such martial arts organizations on the base, and met almost daily in one of the numerous indoor sports facilities scattered throughout the many military bases on the island.\u00a0 They said that there were judo, jujitsu, karate, boxing, kendo, and various other contact sports clubs that one could join as a member of the military.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt sure beats getting drunk and spending money on whores\u2026\u201d a tall, well-muscled black soldier from Florida said, grinning enthusiastically.\u00a0 I had to agree.<\/p>\n

After thinking about this for a while I made the decision to seek more information concerning joining a karate class.\u00a0 I thought that since I had at least another eighteen months left on Okinawa, I should maybe try to improve myself instead of spending all my money drinking and prowling around in Naminoue.<\/p>\n

After a few visits to some on-base classes to observe and ask about pricing, I began to have some serious misgivings about signing up for classes.\u00a0 First, it seemed that all the instructors were American and had earned their black belts attending the same club where they were now teaching.\u00a0 Sitting in on a class one day, I noticed that after the required warm-ups and form and movement drills, the instructors would pair off the students for what they called \u201cdueling\u201d.\u00a0 From what I could see, \u201cdueling\u201d was nothing more than one guy trying to kick the hell out of whoever he was paired up with.\u00a0 Lastly, the pairing usually consisted of one brown belt (more advanced), and a green or white belt (less advanced or novice), and the object of the exercise appeared to be to see just how many punches or kicks the less experienced student could absorb before staying on the floor and refusing to get up.<\/p>\n

I decided that this maybe I should think this through a little more thoroughly.<\/p>\n

A few days later I took a cab down to Naha City to have dinner at one of my favorite mom and pop Okinawan restaurants.\u00a0 The owner–a small, and jolly dark-skinned man named Ichiro, along with his equally tiny wife Kyoko, would always welcome me with the greatest show of joy and fanfare.\u00a0 Every time I\u2019d enter their little restaurant, Kyoko would throw her hands in the air, flash her most winning semi-toothless smile and begin to jabber in non-stop Japanese.\u00a0 Although I\u2019d picked up a few Japanese phrases and words since I\u2019d been on the island, Kyoko\u2019s (\u201c\u2026you call me Kyoko-san) rat-a-tat delivery always went way over my head.\u00a0 Except for my name, which they pronounced\u2014Fu-rahng-<\/strong>ku, and a couple of words meaning \u201cwelcome\u201d and \u201churry\u201d, everything else she said was always a mystery to me.<\/p>\n

After seating me, she would always run into the kitchen, where Ichiro and one or two of their sons were cooking, and scream that \u201cFuranku\u201d was here!\u00a0 After a couple of minutes, he would come out, always wearing a ragged tank-top, greasy white apron over rolled-up khaki pants, and flip-flops, and offer me a beer (bee-ru).\u00a0 He would then chasten Kyoko to get my beer and to hurry up and take my order.<\/p>\n

This particular evening, their normally packed restaurant was uncharacteristically empty.\u00a0 After the usual greeting and the ceremonial pouring of an ice-cold Kirin, Kyoko pulled up a chair and began to ask me about my trip home.\u00a0 Before I\u2019d left to go to Reno I\u2019d told them I was traveling back to the states to see my wife and kids\u2014but not wanting to divulge the whole sad story, I intentionally left out the part about Sharon\u2019s pregnancy.\u00a0 They each wanted to know as much as possible about my marital situation but I shied away and always tried to change the subject.\u00a0 This time Kyoko was insistent on hearing how my wife and kids were.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d I started tentatively, \u201cme no have wife no more\u2026\u201d I said in Pidgin English, all the while making hand gestures which I hoped she\u2019d interpret as two people going in different directions.<\/p>\n

\u201cNani?\u201d (What?)\u00a0 She exclaimed breathlessly.\u00a0 \u201cSodesuka?\u201d\u00a0 (Is that so?)<\/p>\n

\u201cHai\u2026\u201d\u00a0 (Yes) I said.<\/p>\n

She pooched out her lower lip and grabbed my right hand with both of hers.\u00a0 Her face clouded up and she began making whimpering Japanese sounds and shaking her head.\u00a0 Slowly a big round tear rolled out of one of her eyes.\u00a0 She jumped up and ran into the kitchen jabbering and gesturing wildly.\u00a0 A few seconds later Ichiro walked unhurriedly out and sat on the chair Kyoko had just abandoned.\u00a0 I noticed that she was standing just inside of the kitchen door dabbing her eyes with a washcloth.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh\u2026Furanku\u2026\u201d Ichiro said sadly.\u00a0 \u201cSo, so, sorry\u2026ne? (OK?)<\/p>\n

\u201cDaijobu desu\u201d (That\u2019s OK.) I answered nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders.<\/p>\n

He patted me on the back and headed back to the kitchen.\u00a0 After I\u2019d finished my meal Ichiro came out and sat down with me at the table.\u00a0 He seemed really concerned and asked me several times what I was planning to do.\u00a0 I reassured him that I was fine, and to try to cheer things up I told him I was thinking about taking some karate classes but that I really didn\u2019t like the ones on the base.<\/p>\n

He immediately perked up and told me he had just the solution.\u00a0 A few blocks from his restaurant, in an area that I\u2019d not yet visited, he knew of a karate dojo (school).\u00a0 The owner, he told me, was a frequent customer at the restaurant, and Ichiro was surprised that I hadn\u2019t ever noticed him.\u00a0 He described the sensei (teacher) as short, round, and rock solid.\u00a0 I told him that when I was in his restaurant I was busy concentrating on his delicious food, not gawking at the people.\u00a0 Before I left, Ichiro gave me some verbal and hand-sign directions to the sensei\u2019s karate dojo.\u00a0 He assured me that it would be easy to find.<\/p>\n

A few days later I decided to take the plunge and start my search for the school.\u00a0 It took me over an hour to find, given that there were few street signs, and the many little shops and such in the area had their names written in Japanese.\u00a0 After asking several passing pedestrians directions to the \u201ckarate dojo\u201d, I came to a small weathered gray wood-framed building whose signage included a small drawing of a figure appearing to be kicking a wall.<\/p>\n

As was the custom, the door was completely open with only a pair of short dark curtains drawn across the door.\u00a0 I pulled the curtains apart and walked into a small ante-room whose floor was covered with about a dozen pairs of shoes, flip-flops, and getas (elevated wooden flip-flops).\u00a0 There was another door, again covered halfway with a pair of light gray curtains with a small set of stairs in front, leading up to an elevated room.<\/p>\n

As I stood there for a few seconds, I could hear commands being shouted out followed by what sounded like stomping feet.\u00a0 I removed my shoes, walked up the three stairs in my stocking feet and parted the two curtains.<\/p>\n

The room was larger than I thought\u2014windowless with a low ceiling\u2014and a smooth dark wooden floor.\u00a0 There were several poles about head-high wrapped in thick canvas along each wall.\u00a0 Between the poles, there were what appeared to be metal buckets filled with hardened cement.<\/p>\n

In the center of the room, there was a group of six or eight barefooted Okinawan males\u2014mostly boys, wearing loosely fitting thick white long-sleeved jackets with matching white floppy pants.\u00a0 Around their waists, each wore a long white canvas-looking belt, knotted in front in a rough and complicated looking knot.\u00a0 They were standing, legs akimbo, their arms raised in boxer fashion\u2014except that their hands were open.\u00a0 And they were all staring at me.<\/p>\n

At the front and facing the group was a man who I assumed was their instructor.\u00a0 Short, balding, as round as he was tall, he was very dark skinned\u00a0and did not look like any kind of karate instructor.\u00a0 The sensei\u2019s I\u2019d spoken to on the base were all tall and lean, and not one of them looked to be older than thirty.\u00a0 This guy was pushing at least fifty and gave me the impression that he spent more time at the dinner table than at the dojo.\u00a0 His clothing was identical to the young boys except his belt was black; and like everyone else, he was also barefoot.<\/p>\n

I stood tentatively by the door, my stocking toes nervously twitching on the smoothly worn wooden floor.\u00a0 The old man looked up at me quickly and cocked his head curiously.\u00a0 In a flash, he whipped his attention back to his charges and yelled at the top of his lungs:<\/p>\n

\u201cHAI!!\u201d<\/p>\n

The boys instantly snapped to attention, slapping their hands down to their sides and arching their backs ramrod straight.<\/p>\n

\u201cHAI SENSEI!!\u201d\u00a0 They all yelled in unison\u00a0and then bowed to the instructor slowly from the waist up.\u00a0 They held their bow until the instructor gave an almost imperceptible nod.\u00a0 Then they straightened up, held attention for a second, and relaxed.\u00a0 Slowly they began to disperse in small groups\u2014all but ignoring me.<\/p>\n

I was so caught up in the group\u2019s finely synchronized motions that I didn\u2019t even notice that the instructor had walked up to me.\u00a0 I looked slightly to my left, and there he was, not a foot away\u2014staring up at me, his face twisted in a slightly annoyed scowl.<\/p>\n

\u201cOH! Hello\u2026\u201d I said, confused.\u00a0 \u201cI mean\u2026kon\u2019nichiwa\u2026\u201d (good afternoon).\u00a0 And I executed a sloppy little bow.<\/p>\n

He continued to stare, and finally, let out a disgruntled sounding grunt.<\/p>\n

\u201cSumimasen\u2026\u201d (excuse me) I stuttered.\u00a0 \u201cEtto\u2026\u201d (uh..)\u00a0 Not knowing the Japanese words, I reverted to English.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019d like to take karate lessons, please\u2014onegai shimasu\u2026\u201d\u00a0 I pronounced the word: \u201ckah\u2019rah<\/strong>-tee\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cNani?\u201d (What?) He grunted.\u00a0 \u201cKarate?\u201d\u00a0 He pronounced the word: \u201cKah-dah-teh<\/strong>\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cHai,\u201d I said.\u00a0 \u201cOnegai shimasu.\u201d (please), and I did another little bow.<\/p>\n

He shook his head, and I couldn\u2019t tell if he was saying no or just trying to clear his thoughts.<\/p>\n

\u201cKarate?\u201d\u00a0 He repeated.<\/p>\n

\u201cHai.\u201d\u00a0 I repeated.<\/p>\n

\u201cHmmm.\u201d\u00a0 Now that<\/strong> I understood: he was considering my request.\u00a0 Then, in a burst of low-toned guttural Japanese he asked, \u201cAnata wa nihongo o waka ri imasu ka?\u201d (Do you speak Japanese?)<\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2026\u201d I said, trying to absorb his question while struggling to put together a response.<\/p>\n

\u201cSukoshi\u2026\u201d (a little), I managed to mumble.<\/p>\n

\u201cSodesu ka?\u201d (Is that so?).\u00a0 He asked, doubtfully, crossing his arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cHai, sukoshi\u2026\u201d I put my index finger over my thumb in the international gesture for \u201ca little\u201d.<\/p>\n

He turned quickly and motioned for me to follow him.\u00a0 He led me through a small door in the front corner of the room which opened into a small and cluttered office.\u00a0 As I followed I couldn\u2019t help but notice that he walked in a powerful and silent manner.\u00a0 He was more or less gliding soundlessly across the floor.<\/p>\n

He slid in behind a mini-desk, muddled with papers and small booklets\u2014all surrounding a small twin burner propane stove on which an iron pot seemed to be boiling.\u00a0 He pointed at a tiny folding chair, and I sat down gingerly.<\/p>\n

\u201cDoshite?\u201d (Why?) He asked, leaning back on an old and very creaky metal office chair.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2026doshite?\u201d\u00a0 I asked back\u2026not really knowing an answer to his question.\u00a0 My mind was racing to come up with some intelligent reason for my wanting to take karate from a man who spoke no English, at an Okinawan dojo in the middle of Naha City, with a group of young Okinawan men who didn\u2019t seem to take a shine to me when I first walked in.\u00a0 So, I just repeated the word:<\/p>\n

\u201cDoshite\u2026shiranai.\u201d\u00a0 (Why? I don\u2019t know.)\u00a0 \u201cBoku wa manabitai\u2026\u201d\u00a0 (I want to learn).<\/p>\n

\u201cSodesu ka?\u201d\u00a0 He asked softly.\u00a0 \u201cDakara, anata wa manabitai desu ka?\u201d\u00a0 (So, you want to learn?)<\/p>\n

\u201cHai.\u201d<\/p>\n

He cleared his throat and reached over to the boiling kettle.\u00a0 He poured some steaming water into a small ceramic cup and placed the kettle back onto the burner.\u00a0 He stirred the water, which had now turned a light grayish-green, with a tiny silver spoon, causing some fine threads of steam to curl around his round and well calloused knuckles.\u00a0 Leaning back in his chair he blew gently into the cup and fixed his stone black eyes on me.\u00a0 \u201cSodesu ka, ne?\u00a0 Anata no namae wa nan desu ka?\u201d\u00a0 (What is your name?)<\/p>\n

\u201cFrank\u2026I mean, Furanku.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAhh\u2026Furankushinatora no yo ni? (Like Frank Sinatra, right?)<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, no\u2026Frank DeLe\u00f3n.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDai jobu.\u201d (That\u2019s fine.) He said, almost under his breath.\u00a0 His eyes locked on mine and he brought the steaming cup to his lips taking a precautionary sip.\u00a0 Satisfied that the tea was the right temperature he took a second and louder sip\u2014more like a slurp.<\/p>\n

He put the cup down on top of some pamphlets and said, \u201cOK, Furanku-san\u2026you first American karate boy this dojo!\u201d<\/p>\n

And that was it.\u00a0 For the next thirty minutes, he did his best, in chopped English, hand gestures, and some Japanese, to convey to me how often he expected me to attend classes: (six days a week\u2014two hour sessions); how much it would cost me, (five dollars a month); and what the different levels of karate he taught were, (white belt-novice; brown belt-apprentice; black belt-master).<\/p>\n

In so many words he explained that he didn\u2019t believe in the American way of teaching karate: \u201cKarate is martial art.\u00a0 Americans teach \u201cmartial\u201d, I teach \u201cart\u201d.\u00a0 Karate is for peace not war.\u00a0 Karate is 99% defense, and 1% offense.\u00a0 Americans use karate 99% for offense, and 1% for defense.\u00a0 Sensei no teach like that.\u00a0 Waka ri masu?\u201d\u00a0 (Understand?)<\/p>\n

Before I left, with my promise to return in two days with the first month\u2019s tuition and an extra three dollars for the white uniform, called a \u201cghee\u201d, he penciled my name onto a large paper calendar.\u00a0 I was his dojo\u2019s latest white belt novice and his first American student.\u00a0 Only much later when I had learned to read some Hiragana characters, did I realize that the name he\u2019d written on the calendar read, \u201cSinatra\u201d.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

My introduction to Sensei\u2019s karate program presented me with an extremely steep learning curve.\u00a0 While I had considered my military physical training program as the toughest thing I\u2019d ever done to date, this went way beyond the pale.<\/p>\n

First and foremost, I was taught that the whole of karate was comprised of hundreds (if not thousands) of katas (forms of movement).\u00a0 A kata was described as a type of \u201cdance\u201d, whose series of physical movements, involved arms, legs, feet, and even the head.\u00a0 Each kata was designed to teach a particular defensive and\/or offensive move, meant to neutralize and respond to an attack.\u00a0 And, each kata\u2014the first being extremely simple\u2014got progressively more complex.\u00a0 Once the first ten katas were memorized and practiced until executed flawlessly, the student should instinctively be able to repel, block, and counter foot, knee, toe and heel kicks; elbow and fist thrusts; and spinning and flying arm and leg attacks.<\/p>\n

The first kata I was taught was the simplest and most basic: walking forward.\u00a0 Since katas are a series of arm, leg, and body movements\u2014executed while moving forward, backward, or sideways, one had to first train the body the correct way to navigate perfectly forward and backward.\u00a0 Therefore, it stands to reason that walking forward successfully while in a defensive stance should be the goal of the first kata.<\/p>\n

To accomplish this, Sensei had a novel and rather torturous method of teaching this.\u00a0 Once the student was standing in the correct position: legs slightly apart, knees bent, left foot about six inches in front of the right, and body facing forward, he would bring two of the cement-filled buckets to each student.\u00a0 We were instructed to bend down, waist straight\u2014the bend made with knees only\u2014and pick up a bucket with each hand.\u00a0 Straightening the knees slightly would raise the buckets off the floor, after which we would commence a slow walk forward\u2014but not the normal way one would walk.<\/p>\n

Walking, or moving forward, was accomplished by first lifting the right foot about a quarter inch or less off the floor, but instead of stepping straight ahead the kata required us to swing the right leg in an inside arc and quietly plant the foot down.\u00a0 If executed correctly, the right foot ended up about six inches ahead of the left\u2014with no sound when the foot left the floor nor when it planted back down.\u00a0 The next step was taken by the left foot\u2014again a quarter inch off the floor, arching inside towards the right ankle\u2014finally ending up six inches in front of the right foot.\u00a0 Each foot move was to be completed consecutively with no break in rhythm, and no shuffling sound whatsoever.<\/p>\n

The forward moves were all made while carrying the buckets, each weighing about ten pounds, in each hand, body rigid from the waist up, and facing forward.\u00a0 At the end of each step the student would yell (grunt), \u201cHAI\u201d!\u00a0 The distance to be traveled was the length of the dojo, which was about forty feet.\u00a0 Students were not allowed to drop or release the buckets at any time, and once the kata began, the movement would be continuous until reaching the opposite wall.\u00a0 Once there, a body pivot to the right was executed\u2014causing one to turn and face in the opposite direction.\u00a0 The kata would then re-commence and end at the original starting point.<\/p>\n

At first, I thought that walking forty feet would be mere child\u2019s play, but given the weight of the buckets, and the intense concentration required to force body, legs, and feet to move in perfect coordination to prevent loss of balance, and to try to move soundlessly, proved to be excruciating.\u00a0 Add to this the pressure of having Sensei in front, behind and on either side of me yelling and physically correcting each movement proved extremely stressful.\u00a0 On my first pass, I found myself almost completely exhausted and covered in sweat.\u00a0 Happy to finally put the buckets down I was devastated to learn that when back at the starting point I would be required to do another pivot and complete nine more round-trips before being allowed to put the buckets down and take a break.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

After a couple of weeks, besides thinking I was never ever going to get over being sore all over, I began to think about my finances.\u00a0 The trips to the dojo every day after work were taking a toll.\u00a0 From my barracks, I would have to take to take a base taxi to the main gate, then an Okinawan taxi to the dojo.\u00a0 Once my training session was over, two more taxi rides back to the base and my barracks.\u00a0 I decided what I needed to do was to buy a cheap car.<\/p>\n

I prowled the bulletin boards at the Air Defense Center, the Base Exchange, and the chow hall.\u00a0 Because being a serviceman meant being transferred out every couple of years, there was never a shortage of autos for sale.\u00a0 The problem was trying to find one that matched my budget: Cheap.<\/p>\n

To my surprise, I saw a new listing go up on the bulletin board at my barracks.\u00a0 According to the information on the 3X5 index card written in red, an Army private who was being transferred out to Vietnam was selling his 1957 Plymouth\/Dodge.<\/p>\n

\u201cA little rough on the inside and out, but runs good.\u00a0 Must Sell!\u00a0 Gotta Go NOW!!\u00a0 First $50.00, gets it!!\u201d<\/p>\n

Even though $50 would take over half my paycheck I thought if the car was still available I would go ahead and buy it.\u00a0 With the constant daily drain in taxi fare, it wouldn\u2019t take too long for my investment to show a little profit.<\/p>\n

I walked up to the second floor and looked for the soldier\u2019s room.\u00a0 Luckily he was in, and in a few minutes I was taking a little ride around the base in the strange-looking car. \u00a0When I saw the car described as a Plymouth\/Dodge, I was a little mystified.\u00a0 Now the mystery was solved.<\/p>\n

In 1957 the Chrysler Corporation manufactured a car for Canadian consumers called a Dodge Mayfair.\u00a0 It was a coupe that combined a Plymouth body with a Dodge front clip, making them a forward looking car that was never seen in the United States.\u00a0 Although originally a beautiful car, this particular unit had seen its share of bad days.\u00a0 It had apparently spent most, if not all, of its life on Okinawa, and the harsh salt air and lack of body care had taken its toll.<\/p>\n

Besides several patched-over rust spots, and ragged interior, the car had been repainted in rust colored primer.\u00a0 I assumed one of its many owners, finally throwing in the towel on the growing patches of rust he would find weekly, decided to just paint the car in a color it would eventually become.<\/p>\n

Its saving grace was that the sturdy V-8 engine was still quite serviceable, and in spite of the bad suspension, the windows that didn\u2019t work all the time, and the noisy exhaust system, I was happy to take the deal for $50.\u00a0 For another $7 for license and registration, and $5 to fill the tank, I was set!\u00a0 No more taxi rides for me.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

About a month into my karate training I paid a visit to the little snack bar located in my barracks for a Coke.\u00a0 I hadn\u2019t seen the little female attendant since I\u2019d returned from Reno and was a little surprised that she was still working there.\u00a0 As usual, she was sitting at the little table just across from the counter reading a small book and taking notes on an open pad.\u00a0 I could see that since I\u2019d been gone she\u2019d not changed her normal behavior of ignoring arriving customers.<\/p>\n

After standing at the counter for a couple of minutes I finally decided to speak up.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me, naisan.\u00a0 Could I get a Coke?\u201d<\/p>\n

She continued to ignore me by feigning even more interest in what she was doing.\u00a0 I cleared my throat loudly and in a slightly louder voice asked again for a Coke.\u00a0 This time I heard her mumble something under her breath, and she lifted her head out of the book, her face screwed up in an extremely annoyed look.<\/p>\n

As soon as she saw me her expression changed instantly.\u00a0 \u201cOh!\u00a0 It\u2019s you!\u00a0 I haven\u2019t seen you for a long time.\u00a0 Where you been?\u00a0 Maybe TDY?\u201d (Temporary Duty).<\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026no.\u00a0 I went home\u2026to the U.S.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I had some\u2026uh\u2026family business.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOK.\u00a0 So you want Coke?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure.\u00a0 How you been?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFine, just study English, work here, and go home.\u00a0 Same.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, your English is coming along well–much better than my Japanese.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think so!\u201d\u00a0 (The word think came out as \u2018tink\u2019).\u00a0 She smiled sweetly.<\/p>\n

I got my Coke, said goodbye, and headed back to my room.\u00a0 As I sat down at my table and got ready to write a letter to my mom, I found myself smiling at the thought of the little Okinawan snack-bar girl.\u00a0 For a long time, I thought that she was rude and very discourteous to anyone that dared walk into the rec room and order something, but the last few times I\u2019d seen her she was amazingly friendly and positively chatty.\u00a0 I promised myself that I\u2019d ask her what her name was the next time I saw her.<\/p>\n

The next time turned out to be just a few days later.\u00a0 I had just finished an early evening training session at the dojo and was on my way back to my room.\u00a0 Since it was still early enough for the snack bar to be open, I decided to stop in and get a hot dog to munch on before taking a shower, doing some reading and hitting the hay.\u00a0 Walking into the rec room, I was quite surprised to see that she was still working because normally she worked the day shift and was gone well before four p.m.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d I said cheerfully.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re still here.\u00a0 I thought you only worked the day shift.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026\u201d She said, her face showing a flash of anger.\u00a0 \u201cThe boy that relieves me and works the nights didn\u2019t show up.\u00a0 I call my boss but he say I have to stay until close.\u201d\u00a0 She trailed off into a series of grumpy sounding Japanese words, accentuated with a wrinkled brow and pooched out lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy you sorry?\u00a0 I\u2019m the one working late.\u00a0 And now I have to take the late bus home.\u00a0 I no like to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026\u201d I stuttered.\u00a0 \u201cI mean\u2014no, I\u2019m not sorry\u2026it\u2019s just something we say when we feel bad for someone\u2019s situation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh!\u201d She snorted.\u00a0 \u201cWell?\u00a0 What you want?\u201d\u00a0 She was back to her rude self.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, just a couple of things.\u201d\u00a0 She got up from her table and walked quickly around and behind the counter.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell?\u201d\u00a0 She asked, crossing her arms impatiently.<\/p>\n

\u201cOK, first\u2026I came in for a hot dog.\u00a0 Next, I wanted to ask your name.\u00a0 And finally\u2026well, this next thing I just thought of now: Can I offer to give you a ride home?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNani?\u201d (What?)<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, sorry\u2026I guess that was three things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow you give me ride home.\u00a0 You have car?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, actually.\u00a0 I just bought one the other day.\u00a0 It\u2019s not very nice but it runs.\u00a0 I needed it so I could go to my karate dojo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u00a0 Karate dojo?\u00a0 What you mean?\u00a0 You take karate?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHai.\u201d\u00a0 I said, confidently.\u00a0 \u201cYes, I do.\u201d\u00a0 I fleetingly thought I\u2019d like to give her a little demonstration of the kata I was learning, but then I was missing a couple of cement buckets.<\/p>\n

\u201cEh?\u201d\u00a0 She said, in a little whiney tone, then a flurry of Japanese words.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, I didn\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

She slammed a hot dog on the counter and said, \u201cTwenty-five cents, please!\u201d<\/p>\n

I dug into my pocket and held a quarter out for her.\u00a0 She stared at it until I put it down on the counter.\u00a0 Sliding the quarter to the edge of the counter, she angrily pushed some buttons on the register and threw the quarter in.<\/p>\n

In my best Japanese I asked, \u201cNanji-ni au koto ga deki masu ka\u201d?\u00a0 (What time do you get off work?)\u00a0 She looked at me with a shocked expression.<\/p>\n

\u201cNani?? Where you learn that?\u00a0 Bar girl?\u201d<\/p>\n

I did, but I wasn\u2019t about to tell her that.\u00a0 \u201cNo, my karate sensei taught me that one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh.\u201d She grunted.\u00a0 \u201cWhat else he teach you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNamae wa nan desu ka?\u201d\u00a0 (What is your name?)\u00a0 I said, coyly.<\/p>\n

\u201cHmm, funny.\u00a0 I finish nine o\u2019clock, and my name is Kazumi, but everyone call me Mika.\u00a0 You Furanku, ne?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, yes.\u00a0 But how did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCome back to snack bar after nine.\u00a0 I have to clean up then I want to go home.\u00a0 I\u2019m tired.\u201d<\/p>\n

And with that she slammed the register drawer shut and turned away.<\/p>\n

A Light in the Darkness<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

On that first evening that I gave Mika a ride to downtown Naha in my new (old) car, I got the impression she didn\u2019t seem to care what it looked like, just that she was getting home in something other than a bus.\u00a0 Once downtown I asked her for directions to her house, but she told me that she\u2019d be getting off a couple of blocks away.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t say why, but I assumed she didn\u2019t want her parents to see her being driven home by an American serviceman.\u00a0 On the way, she didn\u2019t say too much and not knowing exactly how much English she understood I decided to just enjoy the company.<\/p>\n

She pointed to the side of the street once we passed a stop light and I brought the Plymouth\/Dodge to a noisy stop.\u00a0 She opened the door, stepped out, and took a couple of steps before turning and thanking me for the ride.\u00a0 As she walked quickly away, I noticed that I was just a couple of blocks away from my dojo.<\/p>\n

The next few times I saw Mika in the snack bar, I began to notice a marked change in her attitude.\u00a0 If she was busy with other customers she tended to treat me, more or less, like she did everyone else: rudely.\u00a0 But if I caught her alone she smiled, inquired about my karate lessons, and a couple of times actually asked me to tell her about Texas.\u00a0 Before I knew it, I was looking forward to stopping by the snack bar after I got off work and before I went to my dojo.<\/p>\n

One evening, as I was finishing up with my karate, Sensei came up to me and asked that I stop at his office before I left.\u00a0 I thought I was doing pretty well in the kata department, having graduated from cement buckets to actually doing something with my arms and hands, but I was still apprehensive as I knocked at his door.<\/p>\n

\u201cHai, dozo!\u201d\u00a0 Sensei said loudly, waving his hand toward a chair.\u00a0 I stepped in and bowed deeply.<\/p>\n

\u201cSawatte kudasai.\u201d (Sit down.)\u00a0 He said, motioning again in the direction of the little metal chair in front of his desk.<\/p>\n

\u201cHai, domo arigato.\u201d (Yes, thank you.) I said, and took the seat.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo Sinatra-san, how you like karate?\u201d\u00a0 He asked gruffly.<\/p>\n

\u201cDai jobu desu\u2026\u201d\u00a0 (It\u2019s good\u2026).<\/p>\n

\u201cSo desu ka?\u201d\u00a0 (Is that so?)<\/p>\n

\u201cHai, so desu.\u201d\u00a0 (Yes, it is.)<\/p>\n

\u201cAno, (Uh,) how you like be sensei?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u00a0 Karate sensei?!\u201d\u00a0 I asked, surprised at the question.\u00a0 He burst out laughing, his belly bouncing gaily under his gee.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, Sinatra-san, you taku-san (a lot) funny, ne?\u00a0 No, not karate sensei\u2014English (pronounced, Engrish) sensei.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEnglish sensei?\u00a0 Waka ri masen.\u201d\u00a0 (I don\u2019t understand.)<\/p>\n

Sensei took a sip from his little cup of ocha (green tea) and told me what he had on his mind.\u00a0 He had a friend, he said, who was an educator in what we would describe as a middle school.\u00a0 A few days ago they met for dinner and his friend mentioned that he\u2019d like to have an English speaker help him out in a couple of his English Language classes.\u00a0 Sensei thought of me and mentioned that he may know someone who may want to help out, but he\u2019d have to ask first.<\/p>\n

\u201cDakara, (so) I ask if you like to be Engrish sensei?\u201d\u00a0 He said, raising his ocha cup in a toasting gesture.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I don\u2019t know that much Japanese so I don\u2019t know how I\u2019d teach English to Japanese students.\u00a0 Besides, I don\u2019t have any sort of teaching license or degree.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo need!\u00a0 You his, etto\u2026ashisutanto\u2026\u201d (assistant).<\/p>\n

\u201cAssistant?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHai, ashisutanto.\u00a0 You teach kodomo (children) Engrish, and boku no yuji (my friend) teach you Nihongo (Japanese).\u00a0 Idesu ne?\u201d\u00a0 (Good, right?)<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know what to think of this offer, but I promised him I\u2019d think it over.\u00a0 He said I would be needed three days a week, from 9am until around 1pm\u2014assisting for a total of two to three classes a day.\u00a0 I said I\u2019d let him know in a couple of days.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The middle school was located just north of Naha City, in a semi-rural area surrounded by lush palms and thick-trunked camphor trees.\u00a0 The building itself was a simple two-story structure sitting on a field of fine white gravel.\u00a0 It was rectangular in shape, and outfitted with numerous windows and large doors.\u00a0 Most of the classrooms were located on the east side of the structure, thus affording them the full advantage of the bright Okinawan sunshine in the morning, and cool breezy shade for the two hours they were in session during the afternoon.\u00a0 The cafeteria, administrative offices, teacher break rooms, and bathrooms were mostly located on the western side, and were amply outfitted with slowly rotating ceiling fans.<\/p>\n

Sensei had instructed me to ask for his friend, Yamamura, Kiyoshi, when I arrived at the school for my first day as \u201cEngrish Sensei\u201d.\u00a0 What he didn\u2019t prepare me for was the string of administrative assistants I would have to wade through when I walked into the Administrative Office that first morning.\u00a0 Apparently, no one had briefed them on my arrival, or even that I was going to be assisting Kiyoshi-san.\u00a0 They naturally assumed I was lost, so they all attempted to usher me out to my car to resume my search for whatever building I was looking for, and where I was sure to find someone named Yamamura.<\/p>\n

After a lot of bowing, hand gesturing, and the depleting of my entire thirty-word Japanese vocabulary, the principal finally came out of her office.\u00a0 Gratefully, she spoke good, if not heavily accented English, and asked me to take a seat while she rounded up Mr. Yamamura.<\/p>\n

He walked into the office and his stature immediately reminded me of the Emperor of Japan during the war: Hirohito.\u00a0 Tall, wiry-thin, wearing a dark slim-cut suit, white shirt and a well-tied black bowtie; his glossy black hair was cut very short and on his face he was wearing thin black-rimmed spectacles.<\/p>\n

I immediately stood up and placed my arms snugly against each side of my body, preparing to bow respectfully.\u00a0 He stopped directly in front of me, snapped to almost military attention\u2014and while bowing deeply said, \u201cOhay\u014d gozaimasu, hajimemashite?\u201d\u00a0 (Good morning, how do you do?)<\/p>\n

\u201cHai, genki desu, arigato gozaimasu.\u201d\u00a0 (Yes, I\u2019m well, thank you very much.) I replied, attempting to bow deeper than Yamamura-san\u2019s bow\u2014showing respect and honoring him for being a highly-placed sensei.\u00a0 In response to my deep bow, he bowed again deeper and I responded with an even deeper bow.<\/p>\n

After a couple of more rapid bows on each side I decided that if I went any lower I was going to fall over.\u00a0 I straightened up and offered my hand. \u00a0He smiled slightly, his almond-shaped eyes almost squeezing closed, and reached out and took my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, I am Yamamura, Kiyoshi, and you must be Dereonu, Furanku-san\u2014sensei Uchiyama (this was the first time that I\u2019d learned Sensei\u2019s last name) speaks very highly of you.\u00a0 He tells me you are his only American student, and for that he is very proud.\u201d<\/p>\n

His English was very precise\u2014not quite unaccented\u2014but each word was delivered with defined exactness and clarity.\u00a0 And the tone of his voice was a dead ringer for Peter Lorre.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh no, it is I who is proud to be Sensei\u2019s humble student.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, let me show you around the school before the students arrive.\u00a0 My classroom is on the second floor.\u00a0 Do you need to relieve yourself before we go up?\u201d<\/p>\n

I was a little shocked\u00a0but quickly answered that I was OK for now.\u00a0 He smiled again and said that on the way he\u2019d show me the \u201cresting\u201d room.\u00a0 He turned and began to walk out of the office, gesturing that I should follow him.\u00a0 Quietly, the entire administrative staff, all women, stood and bowed deeply as we walked out the door.<\/p>\n

The classroom was large and airy, and there were twenty desks lined up neatly in four rows of five each.\u00a0 Although the sun was shining brightly through the large windows, I noticed that the ceiling was lined with three rows of fluorescent lighting.\u00a0 Behind Kiyoshi-san\u2019s large wooden desk, an oversized chalkboard took up most the class\u2019s front wall.\u00a0 Scattered about the classroom walls were neatly posted placards written in English, reminding the students of certain English grammar rules\u2014many of which most Americans currently ignore or never paid enough attention in school to learn.<\/p>\n

Next to Kiyoshi-san\u2019s desk was a large wooden chair.\u00a0 \u201cThis is where you will be sitting during class\u201d, he said.\u00a0 \u201cYou will give help to the students in relation to American slang and colloquialisms.\u00a0 Sometimes I have great difficulty in trying to explain the plainer side of English and there\u2019s where I hope you will assist.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure, I\u2019ll do what I can.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand that you also wish to expand your knowledge of Japanese.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo this will be a learning experience for all involved.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope so.\u00a0 At least I hope I can be of some help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure you will be, and I am most appreciative that you have chosen to take time out of your busy life to help us here in our little school.\u00a0 Thank you.\u201d\u00a0 He bowed deeply and I unsuccessfully tried to outdo the depth of his bow.<\/p>\n

I looked at the clock on the wall and asked what time class started.\u00a0 He said it would be starting in a few moments so he suggested we retreat to the Teachers\u2019 Lounge.\u00a0 I wondered aloud why we were leaving just as the students were beginning to arrive, and he explained that it was not proper for the teacher to be in the room when the students walked in.\u00a0 It was customary to wait until the class president called the class to order before the instructors walked in.<\/p>\n

The Teachers\u2019 Lounge was smaller than I thought it would be\u2014a couple of almost worn out couches, a small table with wooden chairs, and a minuscule counter complete with a sink and a couple of two-burner propane stoves.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou like ocha?\u201d\u00a0 Kiyoshi asked, pointing to the small kettle boiling on one of the burners.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve had it a time or two\u2014it\u2019s OK.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh\u2026I love the American way of using \u2018OK\u2019.\u00a0 It\u2019s a clever non-committal word that often passes for acceptance, but mostly means that the person who uses it is not convinced one way or the other.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHmm yes, I guess that\u2019s right.\u00a0 But I\u2019m willing to try it unless you have something else.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, ocha is all we drink here.\u00a0 Give it a week and you\u2019ll find yourself wanting nothing else.\u201d<\/p>\n

I took the plain white ceramic cup filled with the steaming green liquid and sipped it loudly as I\u2019d seen Sensei do at the dojo.\u00a0 Outside I could hear the shrieks the children were making as the hallways filled.<\/p>\n

At eight o\u2019clock a gong sounded and the noise in the hallway instantly stopped.<\/p>\n

\u201cFinish your ocha, Furanku, it is nearly time for us to begin.\u201d<\/p>\n

I drank the last of the ocha, leaving a layer of crushed greenish-black leaves at the bottom of the cup and placed it in the sink.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you ready?\u201d Kiyoshi asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cHai.\u201d\u00a0 I said, a wave of nervousness rising through my body.\u00a0 I still wasn\u2019t too sure what I was supposed to be doing.<\/p>\n

Approaching the open classroom door, a step or two behind Kiyoshi, I began to hear the high-pitched hubbub of the children\u2019s voices.\u00a0 We could\u2019ve been in any school, anywhere in the world; as the inharmonious sound of their collective voices belied any definitive language\u2014they just sounded like happy, noisy children.<\/p>\n

The din suddenly ceased, save for the soft shuffling of students scurrying into their seats as we crossed the threshold of the classroom.\u00a0 Walking slightly behind, and to the right of Kiyoshi, I got my first glance of the class.<\/p>\n

We strode to the front of the classroom, and facing the students, stopped in front of the large wooden desk.<\/p>\n

In the front row, a small, thin male child, dressed in the identical uniform of the rest of the nineteen, stood suddenly and snapped to stiff, ram-rod straight, attention.\u00a0 His face a mask of complete seriousness, he opened his mouth and in a high-pitched shout, said, \u201cSENSEI!\u00a0 OHAYO GOZAIMSU!\u201d\u00a0 Then, he bowed perfectly and deeply, from the waist up.\u00a0 As his bow reached its lowest point, the rest of the class, in unison, rose from their desks\u2014snapping their posture to match their little leader\u2014and bellowing, \u201cSENSEI!\u00a0 OHAYO OZAIMUSU!\u201d<\/p>\n

The class held their collective bow until Kiyoshi acknowledged them with a slight drop of his head, which he held for about two seconds.\u00a0 Then, again in unison, the entire class turned ever so slightly\u00a0and bowed to me.\u00a0 I thought the appropriate thing to do was to mimic Kiyoshi, I also dropped my head a couple of inches and brought it back up a couple of seconds later.<\/p>\n

At that, the class instantly relaxed and they all slid back into their seats.\u00a0 Their eyes, however, remained glued on Kiyoshi as he explained to them what the lesson of the day was and who I was.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t catch everything, but a couple of times I picked out my name (Sensei Dereonu), and twenty sets of eyes shifted over to me, lingering for a second, then back to Kiyoshi.<\/p>\n

The lessons were simple grammar and vocabulary\u2014greetings, and simple sentences such as \u2018my name is\u2026\u2019\u2014and the children were exemplary.\u00a0 Even in those days when the American classroom was still centered on education instead of political correctness, these kids put their American peers to shame.\u00a0 Quiet, respectful and attentive, it was clearly obvious that these kids were there to learn.<\/p>\n

Each class was ninety minutes in duration, and there were four classes a day.\u00a0 Each class, in succession, was more complex than the previous\u2014making the students in the last class almost fluent in reading, writing and comprehending English.\u00a0 I was amused to note that the highlight of the final class of the day was a section in English jokes.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf the students can master humor in the English language, one can assume that they have very well mastered the language itself,\u201d Kiyoshi said to me at the end of the first day.\u00a0 \u201cI, myself, have not totally mastered American humor, and as an example, those \u2018knock-knock\u2019 jokes you like to tell each other don\u2019t make a lot of sense to me.\u00a0 But, hopefully, someday\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I asked him where he\u2019d studied, and he said the majority of his education had been received in England, but he had studied in New York.\u00a0 \u201cWell, there you go\u2026\u201d I said.\u00a0 \u201cWith that British background hobbling you, you may never be able to master \u2018knock-knock\u2019 jokes.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was only able to assist Kiyoshi for a couple of months, as I\u2019d traded off a work cycle that put me on the evening shift at the ADC, but soon I found that I just couldn\u2019t juggle work, karate, and teaching when I had to rotate back to the day shift.\u00a0 However, the experience, as short as it was, turned out to be extremely rewarding and allowed me to me see another piece of the Okinawan culture.\u00a0 The children were a joy to be around, and on my last day each class performed a little skit for me, all in English, to demonstrate their appreciation for my efforts.<\/p>\n

Although I didn\u2019t learn that much Japanese during my short tenure at the school, I really got hooked on ocha.<\/p>\n

Frank and Mika<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

Whenever I wasn\u2019t working at the ADC, taking karate, or teaching, I found myself thinking more and more about Mika.\u00a0 More often than not, when I was in the barracks I\u2019d make a trip down to the snack bar feigning interest in buying a Coke, some blades, or a candy bar.\u00a0 The real reason of course was to see her and maybe chat a bit about my karate classes, or even discuss my time at the middle school.\u00a0 Unless she was busy with other customers, she would always smile at me\u2014not something she did readily for anyone else\u2014and cheerfully ask how my day was going.<\/p>\n

Because I was now eligible for off-base housing, and I no longer had any roommates, I\u2019d been looking at renting something near the base.\u00a0 Most of the guys I knew who lived off-base lived in Okinawan houses\u2014commonly called a \u2018hootch\u2019.\u00a0 I\u2019d received a couple of recommendations from some of my co-workers, but the hootches that I\u2019d seen were either too expensive, too shoddy, or located in a neighborhood that was not close enough to the base.<\/p>\n

Since Okinawan hootches normally were not outfitted with bathroom facilities (there was usually a communal outhouse that I wouldn\u2019t send my worst enemy into), I felt that whatever I rented had to be close enough to the base to allow me to shower before and\/or after work, or to hurry to a barracks\u2019 restroom facility in the event of a sudden urge.<\/p>\n

Eventually, fortune smiled at me and I located a small two-and-a half room hootch, not more than half a block outside of the base\u2019s southern gate.\u00a0 The two main rooms, each about fifteen feet long by ten feet wide, were meant to be used as as a dining\/living room, and a bedroom; and the smaller half-room on one end, equipped with a sink and a four burner countertop propane stove, would serve nicely as a kitchen.\u00a0 The best part was that I was able to negotiate the monthly rent down to twenty-five dollars a month\u2014utilities included.\u00a0 Now all I needed was a little furniture.<\/p>\n

When I told Mika about my renting a hootch she seemed pleased and actually recommended a couple of Okinawan furniture companies where I was sure to get good deals.\u00a0 After visiting them, I decided that to get the really good deals I would have to speak Japanese.\u00a0 Since I was sorely lacking in that department, I asked Mika if she could accompany me the next time I went.\u00a0 Surprisingly, she readily agreed.<\/p>\n

On her next day off she told me she\u2019d meet me at one of the furniture stores at a certain time; although I was relatively sure she\u2019d show up, I was still somewhat surprised when I saw her waiting outside as I roared up in my Plymouth\/Dodge.<\/p>\n

After I\u2019d bought a small full-size bed (Japanese full-size beds were about the size of one and a half an American twin), a hutch, and a small table and four chairs, I asked her if she\u2019d like to join me for lunch.\u00a0 Surprising me again, she agreed.\u00a0 I guess our lunch at Ichiro and Kyoko\u2019s restaurant could be considered our first \u2018date\u2019.<\/p>\n

As the year came to a close I found that Mika and I were spending a lot of time together.\u00a0 Whenever I wasn\u2019t working the evening shift at the ADC, I would take her home after her shift, (always dropping her off a couple of blocks away from her home), and on those days that she was off we would meet up and go shopping or have dinner.\u00a0 Once I asked her if she wanted to go with me to a movie on the base, as the movie theaters in Naha featured mostly Japanese movies\u2014and the few American movies that they did show were all dubbed in Japanese.\u00a0 I was surprised when she declined my invitation, but then she went on to explain that the company that employed her at the snack bar prohibited her dating American servicemen, and she didn\u2019t want to be seen doing so.<\/p>\n

I was now living in my hootch and driving onto the base when I had to go to work.\u00a0 Although it had a small fenced area just outside the kitchen, complete with a full rain barrel, where one could actually take a sponge bath, I preferred to leave early and do my showering at my old barracks.<\/p>\n

One evening, after having dinner and taking in a Japanese movie, I asked Mika if she wanted to see what my little hootch looked like now that it was furnished.\u00a0 At first she seemed reluctant, but in the end agreed to come over for just \u201ca little bit\u201d.<\/p>\n

After a very short tour of the house, I brewed up a pot of ocha and we sat at the little dining room table to chat.\u00a0 As we conversed I began to realize just how taken I\u2019d become with her.\u00a0 I found that her coquettish mannerisms, her beauty, and especially her intelligence had completely overtaken my emotions and caused my mind to dwell mostly on her.\u00a0 When we were together she brought a light into the deep darkness in my heart and caused me forget about all the unhappiness that I\u2019d experienced in the past two years.<\/p>\n

As the evening wore on and the ocha pot emptied, thoughts about driving her back home dimmed for both of us; and it was then, that night in late December that we decided to spend the first of many nights together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"