I had the most unsettling feeling today as I stood in what used to be the mountain cave headquarters of the Japanese Imperial Navy before we invaded them in WWII. I can't say where these caves are since they are not open to the public, but you could see the pick ax marks that the POWs left as the Japanese forced them to cut into the mountain. It felt like every mark on the wall was a scar on the soul of the man who made it. The people were long gone, but their pain remained in those caves; all 30 miles of it. There was a conference room close to the cave entrance with a huge wall sized map that the Japanese commanders used to plan attacks on allied forces in WWII. Up to this point I was overwhelmed and in awe of what lied before me until the tour guide said "We believe this is the room where the attack on Pearl Harbor was planned". All of the sudden I found myself feeling sad, upset, just a whole bunch of different things. It was a pretty emotional moment for me. I really wish more military folk could experience this. These caves do not even exist according to the Japanese. All records of their existence were destroyed before the war crime trials and many old Japanese do not speak of them because they are still ashamed of our unfortunate history together. I'll never forget this experience for as long as I live.