So anyway, as I was laying down on my belly to crawl into the small space I roused four sleeping pigs, all of which came barreling out of the doorway right towards my face. I think I jumped out of the way faster than even Spiderman could have.
Stupid pigs.
******
*Last year my father's godfather, Manny S. Villagomez, told me the story of the surrender of Pagan. He was one of 50 locally recruited marine scouts that were brought up to the northern islands by the United States military to help clear the islands of any Japanese resistance. The war was already over when they went up and he said that the approximately 1000 Japanese soldiers on Pagan did not put up a fight. They just surrendered.
Uncle Manny also went up to Maug on that trip to look for Japanese soldiers. The only thing they found on the island was the remains of a fish drying operation and dead bodies. He told me that it was common for American pilots to drop their left over bombs on the northern islands as practice on their way back from bombing Japanese cities. The men who were drying fish were casualties of those bombs.
He also said the tuna were so dense in the Maug lagoon that you could catch them with a spear. I saw barracuda and tuna just feet from shore, but they weren't as dense as he described them from 1945.