30 Years Later – the Terrorist that Time Forgot

“You going to the party?”

“Yeah, you want to go?”

“I’m kind of tired. I think I’m going back to the barracks and going to sleep – thank you though.”

That conversation was 30 years ago today with someone I barely knew. It happened as Angela was walking out of the Naval Communications Area Master Station Mediterranean (NAVCAMS Med) where, as someone new to the command, I was on security duty. I was about the 150th line of defense, if you even want to call it that  and pretty much defenseless, but this was a secure command on a very secure base. Right next to me was a U.S. Marine (with his service weapon) and outside of the door, just down a hill, were a lot of Carabinieri (Italian military police) guarding the gate to the base. NAVCAMS MED was located at AFSOUTH (Headquarters Allied Forces Southern Europe). This was an important NATO command, including the offices of the Commander-in-Chief Allied Forces Southern Europe. Although NAVCAMS MED itself was strictly American, just beyond its doors were all of our allied partners – Turks, Greeks, Italians, Brits, French, etc. In other words, we had a lot of military personnel and a lot of security. AFSOUTH was located not far from Fleet Landing, where the Naples USO was located. Two ships were in and the party I had just asked Angela about, the one she was going to, was because those ships were in town.

AFSOUTH – image via JFK Library

Being new to the command and to Naples, I had just been through ICR – Intercultural Relations. It was a fun class where you’re thrown in with a bunch of new people just reporting to Naples. They showed us around town and taught us everything we needed to know about Naples and beyond – things like don’t ever bring chrysanthemums to Italian people (it’s a death flower or one used for funerals). That’s where I learned Americans had a bubble and we don’t like our bubbles (the space directly around our bodies) being invaded, but because Italians are so incredibly warm, and don’t have this bubble, they often invade ours to hug and kiss us.  True. With ICR, we went all over and I’m not sure if this is when I saw the Achille Lauro for the first time – but Naples was its homeport (right next to where the U.S. Navy ships pulled in). In ICR, they had warned us about terrorism. Don’t gather in places where there are a lot of Americans, don’t wear uniforms off base, don’t wear clothes that scream you’re an American. There had been incidents, but not in Naples. According to the New York Times, “The bombing in April 1986 of a West Berlin discotheque frequented by American military personnel prompted the air raids on Libya after the Reagan Administration charged that Libya was responsible. Clubs for American soldiers in Greece have also been targets of bombings, and a grenade attack on a U.S.O. club in Barcelona, Spain, in December killed an American sailor.”

And now here I was, in April 1988, two years to the month later after we raided Libya. I don’t think I realized that at the time. I was blissfully ignorant. Maybe it would have been good to know. Maybe? I wasn’t hyper-vigilant at that time. That would come. Thinking back on all of this now, as I do quite often, I think I was tired that night. It hadn’t even been two weeks since I arrived in Naples and I still didn’t know many people. I thought it was cool Angela, not knowing me, had asked if I wanted to go and I do remember being conflicted about it –  going to the party at the USO or going back to the barracks and going to sleep. How else would I make friends? As Angela walked out of the door at NAVCAMS Med, she smiled and waved goodbye.

Would I have been standing with Angela when the bomb detonated? Would I have survived? Should I have gone?  How did this happen? We had so much security at AFSOUTH, but where was the security at Fleet Landing? Angela was dead, along with four Italians. Everything changed for us in Naples and around Europe after the bombing, especially security procedures. I changed. Going into any crowded space is painful for me. If I’m inside of an area I can’t easily get out of, it’s awful. I’m way too hypervigilant. If I mention to you I’m claustrophobic, you now know why.  In terms of terrorism, for most Americans it was 9/11 that changed their world. It was 4/14/88 for me. As it was for Angela Santos.

Image via USO

All of these years later, you’d think I’d be able to process it differently, stop asking these questions, stop asking why, stop wondering why Junzo Okudaira hasn’t been caught and perhaps now, 30 years later, I shouldn’t be furious that his name isn’t on the FBI’s most wanted terrorist list and it can’t even be found on the FBI’s website. Okudaira was indicted (in absentia) in the United States for this bombing and he’s a suspect in other terrorist attacks. There’s no mention of his name on Interpol either. Not on any law enforcement website that I can find. Why is that? Did they forget? WHY ISN’T HE ON A MOST WANTED LIST? ANY MOST WANTED LIST? Is anyone looking for him? RM3 Angela Santos was killed by a terrorist while serving her country. That shouldn’t be forgotten.  Nor should bringing justice to the terrorist that killed her. 

If you know the whereabouts of Junzo Okudaira, please contact police. He’s a terrorist and a murderer who is still on the loose. He shouldn’t be.

This was from five years ago —

Further reading –

Police today were looking for a suspected Japanese terrorist (UPI) – https://www.upi.com/Archives/1988/04/15/Police-today-were-looking-for-a-suspected-Japanese-terrorist/9518577080000/

5 Die in Blast Outside U.S.O. in Naples (New York Times) – https://www.nytimes.com/1988/04/15/world/5-die-in-blast-outside-uso-in-naples.html

A Japanese With Lebanese Links Blamed in Naples U.S.O. Bombing (New York Times) – https://www.nytimes.com/1988/04/16/world/a-japanese-with-lebanese-links-blamed-in-naples-uso-bombing.html

Alleged Japanese Terrorist Indicted in ’88 Bombing of USO Club (Los Angeles Times) – http://articles.latimes.com/1993-04-10/news/mn-21346_1_world-trade-center-bombing

 

 

 

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One Reply to “30 Years Later – the Terrorist that Time Forgot”

  1. Wow,
    I was back on the ship throughout the party…as the ships Gyro was needing repair. The party was an idea that the guys in my work center came up with, after voicing my dilemma as DAPA.
    Ya see, we left Polarmo after some terrible incidents by the crew…who chose to DRINK was beyond responsible. Well, the Skipper directed me to “Fix It”…and the ~Talent Show~ was born.
    Words cannot describe the feelings when the ship went to General Quarters (In Port), and the crew was running up the pier…as the billowing black cloud rose, from the buildings behind them.

    I’m gonna share this out of my respect for the greatest ships crew…in the Navy.
    With a heavy heart, my prayers remain with Angela. And with the crew who lived through HELL that day.

    Regards,
    IC1 Strauss

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