Banco de Dados da Experiência Militar Nipo-Americana
George Aki
171st Battalion
Other Countries: Italy
European African Middle Eastern Campaign Medal
World War II Victory Medal
Distinguished Unit Badge
I ate what they ate; I slept where they slept.
As a chaplain, therefore, an officer, I was accorded many privileges.
Our commanding officer turned out to be vicious and power hungry, even to the extent of breaking (AR) Army Regulations. Our men suffered sorely. Thus, I kept a diary on him and sent a letter to the chief of chaplains in Wash. DC of my documented findings.
I knew that I could be court martialed for not going through channels but I took that chance and sent it directly to the chief of chaplains, asking him for an investigation. A Colonel from the ground forces in Washington, DC came to investigate and ordered our commanding officer 'never to command troops again.'
I wanted to be true to my vow that I was a volunteer always to be with the men and help them in every way. I was deeply grateful it came out so well but it was a very lonely battle since I could not consult anyone about my doings, not knowing who might be a friend/spy for our commanding officer.
There were other incidents like this overseas but this was the most difficult assignment I took upon myself. I was sad to turn him in but the men were suffering so much. In fact, one of the trainees died and the major fault in my opinion was our commanding officer. I had the highest respect for the enlisted men. To be one of their chaplains was an honor and a deep privilege.
I feel sad about the volunteers who were disowned by their families and were killed in action. They never had the chance to heal that wound but died in a strange land with no loved ones near them. I salute the men for they held their head high; took their responsibilities without flinching; they 'kept the faith' of our fathers and mothers.
On May 6, 1942, three days before my graduation from Pacific School of Religion, Berkeley, CA., I was evacuated to Tanforan Race Track, just south of San Francisco. A month later, I was ordained in a mess hall overlooking the horse stalls, barracks, and barbed wire fences. I was sent to Topaz, Utah, then to Jerome WRA Arkansas Detention Camp.
In May of 1943 we lost our first born, then came the call to volunteer for the US Army. With my wife, Misaki, at my side, I volunteered primarily to be with the volunteers whom I saw as MY CHURCH.
Being the last Nisei to join the 442nd Regimental Combat Team at Camp Shelby, when the unit went overseas, I was ordered to be the chaplain for the replacement battalions at Camp Shelby and also at Fort McClellan, Alabama.
Eventually, I joined with the unit in Italy, replacing Chaplain Israel Yost, the first chaplain of the 100th Battalion in 1943. The other chaplains were Masao Yamada and Hiro Higuchi, both from Hawaii.
I was the first Asian to be accepted in the Chaplain Corps from the continental United States. It was a great honor to be the chaplain of the finest men on earth.