THE KAWAGUCHI RUN

On August 28, 1945, at Atsugi Air Base, just outside Tokyo, elements of the 4th Battalion, 305th Infantry Regiment arrived to assist in maintaining order and disarming Japanese military units. Accompanying them was Diane Nakamura, a civilian linguist, whom they first encountered during the Battle of Okinawa.

The soldiers went to their barracks to rest before "Introduction to Japan" classes in the evening. Diane was put up in the barracks provided to nurses. She had a duffel bag and a small travel bag, provided by the Army, containing all her worldly possessions. The Army also gave her several women's fatigues, which were slightly modified, namely, that they had no insignia. She preferred to wear these, due to their comfort and ease of cleaning. She also frequently wore her hair in a braid, as she had never cut it since high school, several years earlier.

Rescue of Allied prisoners of war was the responsibility of the U.S. Navy. Assets of any branch could be called upon to assist. Such was the case when Navy Commander Edgar Severs called the soldiers of the 4th Battalion, some Navy nurses, and administrative personnel to the meeting in the dining hall, the evening of 28th August. Diane went along as she felt a bond to the men of the 305th, one forged in the heat of battle on Okinawa. Fortunately for the POWs at Camp Kawaguchi, Diane would decide to go along on the rescue mission, too.

Commander Severs introduced himself then began describing the mission : "Men, and…ladies " (glancing at the Navy nurses), " Your 'Introduction to Japan' will consist of some of you going to Kawaguchi Prison Camp in the morning, to locate any Allied POWs, and to bring them here to the temporary hospital in Building 26. Navy Lieutenant Bridges will be leading the medical element, Army Captain Taylor of the 305th Regiment, will head up the security element, and Navy Lieutenant Deaton is in charge of the convoy. We have some maps, but be aware: roads may be impassable in some areas. Depart here at 0700 and we expect you back by 1700 hours. Any other Allied prisoners you encounter, bring them with… you…"

The Commander noticed Diane and stared at her as he walked towards her. "Someone tell me why a Japanese girl is at this meeting? We need SOME semblance of security; we don't want any locals learning of our movements."

People glanced around to look at Diane. She glanced behind her, then she addressed Commander Severs: " I don't see any Japs, none at all."

Captain Taylor snickered, then spoke: "Commander, she's our translator."

"Translator or not, no Japs are going."

At this point, Diane stood up and bluntly addressed Commander Severs. "I'm not a Jap. I'm an American!"

Captain Taylor said "She's with us, Captain."

Commander Severs looked puzzled. "The Army flew you out here to translate? Are they out of men translators?"

"I"ve been here since the War broke out. I can read and speak Japanese, and I'd be a big Plus for this trip."

Lieutenant Deaton jumped up and joined in the fray." Ohhh NO, we don't need you. You stay here and clean the mess hall or something. You'd just be in the way.

Commander Severs asked her: "You've been living in Japan for all these years?"

Captain Taylor intervened: "Sir, she's a former POW, on Okinawa. We liberated her, and she's helped us with translations ever since. Now, General Eichelberger sent her along with us, to help out. This is what she does best."

At the mention of General Eichelberger's name, Commander Severs became slightly nervous and he breathed deeply. Even though he was in a different branch of the service, he dared not question such a decision. "Well, all right, then. You can go along."

At this point, Lt. Deaton spoke to Diane sarcastically: "You just ride in one of the trucks with some of your pals".

She replied, with mild surprise, "I need to be up front, in the lead vehicle, so I can help guide us to this camp."

Deaton retorted with "No. You just stay back; we'll call you when we need you. I'M the leader and I'LL be in the first Jeep."

Diane glanced at Captain Taylor, as if to say "Is this guy for real?" She then turned to Lt. Deaton and asked him "Are you a Doctor? I see your collar insignia, but I'm not familiar with Navy uniforms."

"I'm MSC: Medical Service Corps. I administrate doctors, nurses, all aspects of health care."
Diane again glanced at Captain Taylor. He had a hopeless look on his face.

Lt. Deaton turned to go back to his seat, and spoke "Just be there, I'll run this show."

At this point, even Commander Severs looked bothered. However, he continued with his speech: "We think there are about 45 Allied Prisoners. Hopefully, there will be no resistance. Any Questions?"

Diane whispered to Captain Taylor: "This idea seems disorganized."

"Yeah, I thought so, too."

Diane turned to Lt. Bridges: "How many nurses are going ?"

Bridges seemed reluctant, but finally answered, "I guess one in each truck, if we have them."

"How many trucks are there?"

"I don't know. Ask Lieutenant Deaton. He's the 'brains' behind this."

Diane exhaled and looked pleadingly at Captain Taylor. "I smell a royal mess coming" she whispered.

Captain Taylor exhaled through his teeth. "Well? Not much we can do about it."

"Yes, there is." She then pulled Captain Taylor out of his chair. They walked forward to where Commander Severs was chatting with a Navy petty officer.

"Commander Severs, this trip doesn't sound planned out at all."

He turned to Diane, and anger flared, but then, he backed off. "I put Lieutenant Deaton in charge. Do you question his abilities?"

"He's a paper pusher, Commander. Does he have any experience in pulling a mission? Does he know what all is involved?"

Commander Severs called Lieutenant Deaton over and said "Miss Naka- what's your name again?"

"Nakamura."

"Miss Nakamura has some questions."

"Lieutenant, how many nurses are going?"

He scowled at her and replied "Since you're not even a nurse, what do you care?"
She came back with: "What about security? How do you plan to have Captain Taylor and his men accompany the train?"

"They'll ride in one of the trucks."

"How many trucks are going ? "

"We'll get a few tomorrow, and take it from there."

"Do you have a load plan?"

Lieutenant Deaton exhaled abruptly. "Look, I'm in charge. Don't tell me my business. I've been waiting to do something like this for a long time and you are NOT going to foul it up. Just stay out of the way."

Diane looked at Captain Taylor and then she turned away from Lieutenant Deaton as she spoke to Captain Taylor and Commander Severs, where the following exchange took place:

Diane spoke first. "Commander, this Deaton is an idiot. He has no idea what he's doing."

"Miss Nakajima, you're not in a position to judge. I know he's inexperienced but he's been asking for a change from office work, I thought this might be good for him."

"It's Nakamura. And, we're running this mission for the POWs, not for him."

"Let me remind you, Miss: you're not running anything."

"Commander, he needs my help, and he wants me in a truck somewhere behind him. He doesn't even know how many trucks he's taking. If we make a wrong turn, I can't stop the vehicles in front of me, nor get ahold of him and get us back on track. At least, I'll make a load plan."

"What do you propose?"

"Commander, put me in charge of this mission. I'll get us there and back, with minimal difficulty."

"Ohhhh noo; you're just a girl and a civilian to boot. He'd never allow you to tell him anything. You're just too young and inexperienced."

"Yes, he will. Being a civilian is just the best way to solve this. Since the military is subservient to civilian authority, with me in charge, he can still "lead the convoy", but I'll coordinate the 3 sections: transportation, medical, and security. As for experience, I can handle this; I've been in a number of convoys on Okinawa."

Captain Taylor then spoke up: "Sir, she's a top notch performer. I have complete trust in her abilities. She's already thought of some things that need to be taken care of before we go. He (gesturing at Lieutenant Deaton) doesn't have a clue. He wants to play it by ear. That won't cut it."

Commander Evers thought for a moment. Finally, he spoke, "Well, Lieutenant Deaton doesn't inspire confidence in me, either. Okay, Miss Nakamara, you are going to be in charge of the operation. Are you pretty sure you can do it?"

"Totally, Captain."

Captain Taylor nodded in agreement.

At that point, Commander Evers returned to the front of the room. "Lieutenant Deaton, Lieutenant Bridges, there's been a small change in the plans. Miss Nakamara will be in charge of the trip."

"WHAT? She's one of 'them'! She has no business even being here. She's not military trained," blurted Lieutenant Deaton.

Commander Evers followed up with: "She is in charge of the mission and will be responsible for coordinating the three elements. An order from her is an order from me. That's the way we're going to operate."

Diane spoke to the group: "First off, I'm not 'one of them'. I'm an American. Second, I'm a civilian: I give directives, not orders. Third, if you can't agree to this, stay here."

Lieutenant Deaton flushed red with anger, but he wanted to get some kind of decoration or award, so he kept silent.

Diane turned to Lieutenant Bridges, "Now, how many nurses are going?"

"Three, including myself."

"How many aidmen, or, uh, corpsmen, do you have?"

"None."

"NONE? You have to have some help." Diane turned to Captain Taylor, "Your men that have any medical experience will be assigned to Lieutenant Bridges."

Captain Taylor said "Done."

Diane then turned to Lieutenant Deaton, "what vehicles do you have ready for tomorrow?"

"He scowled and said, "We'll draw what we need in the morning."

"No. We draw them now, and load them. How many drivers do you have assigned to you for this trip?"

Lieutenant Deaton firmed his jaw and growled, "How can I come up with a number when I don't even know how many vehicles are going?"

Diane's fury built up, but she maintained control. "Okay, look, we will take 3 Jeeps: one for you, Lieutenant Deaton, one for Captain Taylor, and one 'follow' vehicle, with a mechanic. With approximately 45 POWs, we will need 5 two and a half ton trucks, for them. Add one more for equipment: two fire axes, rope, sledge hammer, and stretchers; load up 23 stretchers and the medical equipment. The Security team will ride in various vehicles. On the return trip, medical personnel will be distributed to the trucks with patients."

Lieutenant Deaton leaned forward and spoke, "We aren't going to get all that. We just have to wait until tomorrow to see what's available."

"We're not waiting for anything, Lieutenant. If you don't want to ask for the vehicles, then fill out the forms and tell the motor pool what we need. Any balking? Tell the Motor Sergeant, or, uh, Petty Officer, this is from Commander Evers."

Captain Taylor and Lieutenant Bridges grinned at each other. Finally, someone who could and would organize the enterprise was leading.

Lieutenant Deaton slinked off, muttering "that damn girl is going to mess things up. Who does she think she is? She has no authority, I do. I should be in charge." Nonetheless, he did get most of the vehicles requested. The team would have to make do with one less Jeep and truck, each.

Diane spent the rest of the evening with the three section leaders, getting things ready: equipment loaded, trucks readied, drivers assigned, equipment drawn, and more. The vehicles were lined up outside, ready to go, at 2200 hours, when she called the section leaders together. "Okay, in the morning, Lieutenant Deaton will have formation and load up. We will leave at 0700 on the dot, earlier if we're cleared. Be ready; stragglers will be left behind."

"We have to be back no later than 1700 hours, though, Miss Naka-, whatever your name is!"

"Why is that, Lieutenant Deaton?"

"I'm having dinner with Commander Fulton, the incoming Senior Medical Liaison for the Tokyo area. He is VERY important, and, I will not be late for that dinner. Clear?"

"Lieutenant, the POWs are very important, too. If everything goes as planned, you'll make it. If we get back late, then…too bad. Okay, everyone, get some rest. See you all in the morning." Diane then walked to the female barracks.

"Gotta love her" interjected Captain Taylor, smiling at the Navy Lieutenants.

Lieutenant Deaton stomped his foot and walked away.

The next morning Diane rose at 0530 and got ready. She sat at the breakfast table with the men of 4th Battalion. Most of the others in the mess hall stared at Diane, but said nothing. The Navy personnel had no experience with Nisei translators, as they thought she was either a prostitute or a local hired to clean up around the base. They didn't realize she was neither, rather, just a girl from Texas, caught up in a war and helping out where she could.

At 0620, Diane and Captain Taylor left the mess hall to walk to the convoy. They passed Lieutenant Deaton coming in. "You're just now getting here?" asked Diane.

Deaton said "Don't worry, there's plenty of time. You just have the people ready, and, when I finish breakfast, all I have to do is walk to my Jeep, get in, and drive away. Simple."

"You're in charge of the vehicles, Lieutenant. You need to have a formation and a roster of all personnel, and give out final instructions."

At first, Deaton wanted to argue, but he rather liked being told that he would give out instructions. So, he muttered "all right; I'll grab a quick bite and meet you outside."

The others were loading their personal gear, checking vehicles, grabbing one last smoke, and waiting for formation. They began asking questions of Captain Taylor : "What can we expect? Are we going to have to fight our way there?"

He turned to Diane and said "Diane, what are we going to do if there's diehard fanatics along the way? The men are concerned, and we certainly don't want the nurses going in harm's way."

"Well, there might be a few 'never surrender' types, but, I don't think we are going to get into a slugfest. Commander Severs said he hasn't heard of any fighting since he landed a few days ago. I'm certain that we won't find much, if any, resistance. Okay, what else needs to be done?"

"We're just waiting for formation, that is, we're waiting for Lieutenant Deaton."

In a few minutes, Lieutenant Deaton came out and mustered the formation. He addressed them: "All right, men, let's get this underway. Load up."

At 0701, the lead vehicle began moving, the others following behind.

For the first 10 miles, movement was easy: most of the streets were paved with minimal damage and virtually no traffic. After that, there was sporadic damage to the pavement or debris blocking the way. Movement slowed as detours were made. The 40 miles to Camp Kawaguchi was not going to be made in less than 2 hours.

Several times the column halted and Diane would ask a local where the Camp was located, while she interpreted. Many did not know, but with an occasional tip from a local, and the maps, the convoy finally approached the barbed wire enclosure of Camp Kawaguchi about 1045.

Many of the POWs were standing at the wire, looking out, not sure what to expect. The guards had already deserted their posts. When the first vehicles approached the front gate, with their white star on green, the wretched men knew their saviors were arriving. They began yelling and crying with joy. Other POWs heard the commotion and came running out of the barracks.

Lt. Deaton's Jeep drove up to the gate, and he got out and announced "We are here" as he opened his arms.

Diane dismounted and said to Capt Taylor "Bring me the bolt cutters." Diane and a sergeant cut the lock off and pushed the gates open. The POWs were delirious with joy. In the commotion, Diane told Lt. Deaton "Let's get the trucks ready to load people. They need to be turned around."
He replied "This is glorious. This is what makes me feel good."

She answered back, "Yeah, well, let's help these men to feel good, huh."

The POWs that could walk came outside the fence and were checked by the nurses. Then, the real work began. The medical teams went into the barracks to bring out the POWs too sick to walk. Lt. Bridges had a triage station set up. With such few medical personnel, a backlog began. Lt. Deaton kept glancing at his watch, hoping to load quickly, and return to Atsugi.

Diane told Captain Taylor to send a search team through ALL buildings, and look for anything unusual, most particularly men that might have been missed in the initial search. She and two men went to office buildings, looking to find any documents of value.

While Diane was looking over documents, Lt. Deaton came in and said "We're ready to go."

"Already? Have we got everybody?"

"Yep, all are outside the fence and we're putting them on the trucks."

Diane doubted that the loading could have been accomplished so quickly. She went and looked out the window towards the main gate. "There's still patients out there, being evaluated."

"Yeah, but by the time you stop looking for god knows what, we'll be loaded up. Besides, some of the men are getting hungry."

"Break out the C rations. That's why we brought them."

"There's not enough for everyone."

Diane turned to him, her blood pressure rising. "What do you mean ' there's not enough' ?"

"Well, I hope everyone brought their own. We only have one case in the Jeep."

"Didn't you load enough for us and the 45 POWs?"

"NO. This trip is taking way too long. We should have been here by 0900, but, we had to make detours. We have to go, NOW, if we want to get back by 1700."

Diane growled, "You inconsiderate idiot. You put C rats just for yourself in the Jeep, and didn't get any for the rest of the people?"

"Don't forget: I'm a Navy Lieutenant, full grade, Missy."

"You were supposed to get enough for everyone!"

"People should have gotten their own. Besides, they can skip a meal; we could be back at Atsugi soon. They'll live. If you're not ready in 5 minutes, we'll leave without you. 'Stragglers will be left behind', remember?"

Diane turned to Private Medina: "Tell Captain Taylor we're not leaving until we're sure that ALL POWs are with us. We'll spend the night here if we have to."

She then addressed Lt. Deaton: "Survey the POWs and see if we missed anyone: another rarely used barracks, a punishment cell, anything, even if it's not on this property. We'll do this right the first time."

Lt. Deaton turned and walked back to the vehicles. He stood for a few minutes, watching the POWs being evaluated. The nurses and their assistants were hardly making a dent in the lines.

He walked over to Lt. Bridges. "What's taking so long?"

"We have to triage them; some of these guys need serious care."

"Load 'em up. They'll get care back at Atsugi. Come on, we need to get moving."

"Lieutenant, we have to be very careful with some of these men; they are in bad shape!" she barked at Deaton.

He leaned back, not expecting such a sharp answer from her.

Private Medina was nearby and heard this conversation, which he promptly reported to Diane.

Diane was becoming quite bothered by Lt. Deaton's lack of concern for the men. "Tell Lieutenant Bridges I need a count of the number of patients we've recovered, no matter their medical condition. Then, tell Captain Taylor to use any force necessary to keep order and make sure all POWs are loaded aboard in a manner deemed appropriate by Lieutenant Bridges. Then, get me the healthiest POW you can find, one that can walk."

"Yes, Ma'am."

In a few minutes, Private Medina came back to the building Diane was in. With him was Gunner's Mate John Holt, who had been on the U.S.S. Houston when it was sunk, years ago. Holt was nervous as he walked in.

Diane reassured Holt that the war was over and he would be in a hospital in only a few hours, or he could be in a mess hall with American food in a few hours, if he preferred.

Holt looked at her, puzzled. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Diane Nakamura, translator and team captain for the convoy."

"You're a Jap?"

Diane smiled. "No, I'm an American. Don't worry; everything is okay. I just need to know: have we missed anyone? Do we have everybody with us? "

"I think so."

Diane addressed Private Medina: "Take Holt and the two of you ask the other POWs if we've missed anyone. Ask Lieutenant Bridges the same thing."

They departed and Diane continued searching through the papers and drawers of the room.

"Beg yah pardon, Ma'am, but what exactly are you looking for?" asked Private Towns, one of her helpers.

"A list of prisoners. We need a count before we move out, so we don't leave anyone behind."

"We've already searched the barracks; we didn't find anyone else."

"We need to look in every nook and cranny, of every building."

In a few minutes, Captain Taylor came into the building.

"Are you about ready to go, Diane?"

"Uhmmm, well, I'm looking over these documents, but they're mostly logistical; not anything here pertinent to our reason for being here, - BUT, there's a lot of stuff to go through."

"You're not going to search all these cabinets, are you?"

"No. I was thinking about carrying everything back with us and translating it later, but, we don't have room. I just want to be sure we don't leave anyone. Let's go back outside."

Returning to the vehicles, Diane and Captain Taylor found the nurses finally getting most of the worst off treated and loaded, with their limited supplies.

The day dragged on, and Lieutenant Deaton, sitting in his Jeep, kept glancing at his watch. He would tap his foot and look around, seeing if all the people were loaded up.

Diane asked Lieutenant Bridges if she was ready.

"Yeah, about so. We've got all the worst off loaded and medical personnel in each truck. All we have left to do is fit in the ambulatory cases."

"Are all accounted for?"

"Yeah."

Diane went to Holt and asked: "Are all the POWs here?

"Yeah, I guess so."

"We have to be sure. Is there anyone or anyplace we might have overlooked?"

Holt shook his head, "No, this is everybody, I'm sure."

Another POW, Air Corps Sergeant Ralph May said "Did we get Abner?"

Holt responded, "ohhhh, did we? I don't see him. Last I heard he was in the Shit Pit."

With a look of alarm, Diane asked, "What's the Shit Pit?"

Holt explained that was punishment for bad conduct. It was a pit dug in the ground, covered by iron grating, where a prisoner was put, and where the excreta was dumped each day.

"Where is it?"

Holt pointed, "Behind the small building there."

Diane yelled to Captain Taylor, "Captain, get some men, a rope, and follow me. You, Holt: show us where the Shit Pit is."

The group trotted with Holt to a small building near the back fence. There, they noticed an iron grating in the earth, with the stench of human waste. Diane and Captain Taylor looked in and saw nothing resembling a human; just a lumpy liquid mass.

Diane turned to Private Medina, "Get some water, in buckets, anything."

They turned back to looking in the Pit.

"Get the bolt cutters" Diane told a young private, "and hurry."

They continued to look into the Pit, until Medina returned with a bucket of water. He tossed it into the Pit, and they saw movement of one of the lumps.

"IT'S HIM; IT'S ABNER" yelled Holt.

"Get more water, get help" Diane told Medina.

Everyone was slowly gasping air, trying to keep from retching, as she cut the chain on the lock, and opened the upper grating. Then, they could see a human form on a lower grating. Several men arrived with buckets of water, and they poured it over Private Abner. He opened his eyes, looked up and said "Help me."

"We will; we will" answered Holt. "Help is here."

"Captain Taylor, put the rope under my shoulders and lower me into the Pit," Diane told him.

"Diane, let one of the other men go. It's nasty."

"Don't waste time. I don't weigh as much. You Navy guys: tie a loop at the end of the rope for Abner and make a loop higher up, for me."

Said and done, Diane was lowered into the Pit. She put a loop around Abner's shoulders, and the rescue team raised them both. Getting back to the team, Diane got out of her loop, and they put Abner on a stretcher.

They poured more water over him, washing off the excrement. They also poured water on Diane, as she had some on her clothing. "I can't ride up front, smelling like poop" she said, "So, I'll ride in the very last vehicle.

At this time, Lieutenant Deaton came upon the scene and impatiently urged the others to go: "It's 1430 hours we have to GO."

No one said anything, but all waited for Diane's response. "Do we have all the vehicles loaded and turned around?"

Deaton looked at her, "Yes, except for you all."

"Then… let's get Abner loaded and we'll head back."

Diane rode with Abner, and helped give him water. She felt their stench would best be in one vehicle only.

Progress would be slower, as some of the patients would be jarred by bumps and rough roads.

Meanwhile, back at Atsugi, Commander Severs was getting worried. "It's 1500 hours. They should have been back by now. Lieutenant Gower, get a team ready, with weapons, and get ready to move out."

Thus said, Navy Lieutenant Gower gathered 17 men, drew weapons, and loaded into 2 trucks. He reported to Commander Severs that they were ready.

"We'll wait until 1700 hours. If they don't show, Gower, go get 'em."

The convoy stopped once, when the Lieutenant Deaton became confused. "Get Nakababa up here, so she can get us back on track."

Diane dismounted and went to Deaton's Jeep. "What is it, Lieutenant?"

"Which road do we need to be on?"

Diane looked around. She pointed to her left. "That one, there, near the 2 story building. We passed it coming here. By the way, Lieutenant, can you radio Atsugi and tell them we're on the way back?"

"We don't have any radios."

Diane's eyes grew large. "NO RADIOS?"

Captain Taylor actually defended Lieutenant Deaton: "No point in it, Diane. The radios won't go more than 2 miles in ideal terrain. No long range radios were available."

Lieutenant Deaton told Diane: "Let's stop somewhere and I'll call Atsugi on the phone and tell them what's going on. I can call my own office."

Diane hestitated. "Uh, Lieutenant, the phone lines are probably down, cut, destroyed, unusable, ya know?"

He said nothing as she walked back to her vehicle, and remounted.

At 1710, Commander Severs told Lieutenant Gower, "Move out." They started their trucks and rolled onto Route 34, towards northern Tokyo. In a few minutes, they saw headlights of several vehicles approaching them. It was dusk, and they could see that it was U.S. Navy trucks coming towards them.

Gower told his driver, "It's them. It's gotta be them."

It was.

The convoy came into the base and lined up to discharge their passengers.

Captain Taylor gathered his men and they began to help carry litters.

Lieutenant Bridges supervised the movement of the POWs, from the vehicles to the hospital.

Diane helped unload the men, then she stood by, chatting with Captain Taylor.

Lieutenant Deaton had left the area. He told his driver to turn in the Jeep, as he trotted towards his barracks. He was late for dinner.

That evening, Commander Severs congratulated Lieutenant Bridges and Captain Taylor on a job well done. They both told him without Diane Nakamura, it would not have gone off so well.

Commander Severs nodded and said "Where is she?"

"Oh, she cleaned up, then went to the hospital to help out."

The next day, Diane was at the hospital, helping to feed some of the sick prisoners she had helped bring back. At one point, she sat down beside a weak Australian prisoner and was feeding him. A nearby Aussie growled at her: " Get away from him, you sorry Jap, or I'll come over there and slap you." At this point, Private Abner, although still quite weak, had regained a lot of strength. He said to the nearby patients: "Anyone touches her and you'll answer to me. She's an angel, a real angel. She saved my life yesterday and I won't tolerate anyone being ugly to her. If you have a problem with that, let me know, and I'll choke the crap out of you, right now." The nearby Aussie sat on his mattress, mouth agape, as he tried to comprehend the importance of a girl who looked like the enemy, but wasn't.

In a few days, Diane was seconded to General Eichelberger's staff as a translator. Her main job was assisting the G-1 with restoring power and transportation in bombed out areas, and coordinating with civilian efforts.

On October 25th, Diane boarded a ship and sailed for home. She never saw anyone from the 305th Infantry Regiment again.