The End of the Wolf Dog: Japan's Surrender in WWII. Shocking Revelations from the Trials

Author: Wang Junyan
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Publish Date: 2005-07-01
Features: On the morning of September 7, 1945, MacArthur woke up after jogging and returned to the U.S. Embassy in Japan, which was composed of a green roof and white walls. Just as he sat down to eat his favorite scrambled eggs, he saw his military secretary, Filas, rushing in frantically. MacArthur knew Filas must have an important military report, but he deliberately teased him, "Filas, how would you rate my performance yesterday?"
"Three points more!" MacArthur was immensely proud of his impromptu performance the day before. The newspapers on his table were almost unanimous in praise, though he found some overly effusive flattery and off-topic reviews amusing. Inside, however, he felt an indescribable sense of comfort. Even a conservative score of 7 was generous, yet this Filas had only given him 3 points—MacArthur was taken aback.
He pushed his eggs, milk, and newspapers aside and took the telegraph from Filas’s hand, only to realize something major had happened: Japan’s "Kamikaze" attack units and the American troops landing in Yokohama were facing off, both sides tense, and a battle could erupt at any moment! MacArthur was baffled, "What’s going on here?"
Filas shrugged and pointed to a photo of MacArthur in a menacing pose in the newspaper, saying, "It’s all these photos’ fault!"
"Damn it, don’t they know the Japanese government has signed the surrender document?"
"They consider it a deep humiliation. They’d rather be broken than whole and are determined to fight the Americans to the end!"
As a seasoned Allied general who had won many battles, MacArthur immediately recognized the danger of the situation: the U.S. troops in Yokohama numbered less than 10,000, yet they were facing 250,000 armed Japanese soldiers—like fighting an egg against a stone! What should he do? Sweat beaded on MacArthur’s forehead as panic seized him. He knew one misstep could lead to unimaginable consequences.
Facing the perilous and unpredictable crisis, he knew he had reached a critical moment. True to his status as a U.S. five-star general, he remained remarkably calm in the face of danger. After a moment of deep thought, he suddenly stood up, resolute, and ordered, "Go inform the Japanese headquarters to send two people with me to inspect Yokohama!"
Filas was so terrified he trembled all over and could barely speak, "No, the crazy Japanese soldiers will kill you!"
MacArthur burst into laughter and walked over, patting his military secretary’s shoulder with a meaningful expression, "You don’t understand Eastern people, you don’t understand Eastern culture. I’ve been to Japan since I was 8 years old and have lived in China for a long time. I’ve spent 30 years in the East—I know how to deal with them!"
Filas knew he couldn’t change his boss’s mind and reluctantly complied, "Alright then, let’s take more people!"
"No, just five!" Filas was shocked again and shouted, "Five people? That’ll send us to hell!"
MacArthur laughed heartily, "If we’re going to hell, wouldn’t it be better with fewer people?"
Filas revered his boss as a god and asked, "Who are the five people?"
"A driver, two Japanese people, and you and me—no weapons!"
Filas widened his eyes in disbelief, "No weapons? That’s too risky!"
"Idiot, what good would three guns do you? Wouldn’t that just cause more trouble?"
Filas