Early in 1945, our b29s began full scale operations against japan. 1500 miles to target. And 1500 miles back from bases at sigh pan, tinia and guam. Here 21st Bomber Command concentrated the massive air power and planned the ultimate crushing defeat of japan, down to the last bomb. Here was the beginning of the end of the road to tokyo. After six months of reoccupation, there were few signs of war. Along the kawhiest summer shores of guam. The liberated chim orrans were back in her native villages. American citizens again. Smiling and friendly. Unaware that a miracle had happened around them. A miracle that moved mountains of material, equipment, and supplies across the pacific, that changed their dirt roads into broad highways, that manicured their jungles into black top airfields and nearby new communities of american citis have set up housekeeping with various types of selfservice. The latest labor saving devices, fuel laundry problems and no modern inconveniences. By midsummer, 21s