They waited at the bottom of the sea, with a mine in a bamboo rod, for an invasion that never came. Eighty years later, a Japanese photographer went to seek silence the fukuryu, the suicide divers that Japan itself forgot. For years, Kanade Hamamoto saw in Inamuragasaki only a beautiful beach south of Tokyo. It took a friend to tell him about some open tunnels in the cliff, remnants of an old military base, for the photographer to search the int…
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They waited at the bottom of the sea, with a mine in a bamboo rod, for an invasion that never came. Eighty years later, a Japanese photographer went to seek silence the fukuryu, the suicide divers that Japan itself forgot. For years, Kanade Hamamoto saw in Inamuragasaki only a beautiful beach south of Tokyo. It took a friend to tell him about some open tunnels in the cliff, remnants of an old military base, for the photographer to search the int…