Because it’s just 1,500 miles from Japan, Tinian was the perfect place to launch air strikes during the war. After retaking Tinian in 1944, the US expanded North Field and added two more runways for a total of 4. 

North Field, Tinian, 1945

It was the busiest airfield in the world at the time, with a plane taking off about every 3 to 5 minutes, so it was strange to see how little of the airfield remains – the crushed coral runways still exist but are breaking down and weed-filled, and all around it the dense jungle is reclaiming the land. I can imagine there are tourists who might come to Tinian not understanding the island’s history and just think they were standing on an abandoned lot. But for us, a group of teachers and history enthusiasts, there is a surreal, somber, almost eerie quality to being here, knowing the impact of what eventually happened to end the war.

We drove down Runway Able, where early in the morning on August 5, 1945, the B-29 bomber Enola Gay took off for carrying the 4-ton uranium bomb “Little Boy” – the first atomic weapon used in warfare. At the far end were two loading pits, Atomic Bomb Pit No. 1 for “Little Boy” and Pit No. 2 for the plutonium bomb codenamed “Fat Man”. Because the bombs were too big to load onto the B-29 Superfortress Bombers the regular way, the pits were dug so the plane could park directly above it with the bomb bay doors open, and the bomb was winched into the belly with hydraulic mounts. 

Atomic Bomb Pit No. 1

It wasn’t unheard of for B-29s (carrying a LOT of fuel for their flights) to crash during takeoff, so Little Boy wasn’t armed until they were safely in flight. Most of the crew didn’t know what they were carrying until halfway to their destination. Six hours later, the Enola Gay would drop its load over Hiroshima, where Little Boy would detonate 600 meters over the city, ultimately killing 200,000 people. Three days later, on August 9, Fat Man was dropped on Nagasaki from the B-29 ‘Bockscar’. On August 15, 1945, Emperor Hirohito announced Japan’s declaration of surrender.

After leaving the North Field, we headed down towards the southern end of the island. We were unexpectedly greeted by the clearest blue waters at Taga Beach – the cleanest, clearest ocean water I’ve ever seen, with zero tourists on the beach. It was directly across the street from the Tinian Dynasty Hotel and Casino, which had closed due to various lawsuits (this seemed to be a recurring theme with Chinese investors in the CNMI) and now the hulking building looked like something out of a zombie video game. Very sad! But I guess it meant the beach would stay sparsely visited, which will hopefully keep it pristine…

The crystal clear waters of Taga Beach

At the furthest south-eastern point on the island is Suicide Cliff, where during the Battle of Tinian in late July 1944, hundreds of Japanese citizens and soldiers jumped to their deaths. There are several shrines to commemorate those that died. These suicide cliffs, that exist also on Saipan, highlight the cultural difference between Eastern and Western philosophies. For the Japanese, it was a dishonor to surrender, and the Emperor and Japanese Army encouraged civilians and soldiers to take their own lives. It’s a beautiful yet somber spot.

For lunch we stopped at JC Café (as recommended by our car rental clerk) in the little town of San Jose, and it seems like it is the best (and possibly only) restaurant on the island. It was actually quite good, and the people there were so nice and friendly! I even bought a jar of their chili sauce, made with the locally grown Tinian peppers.
 

Near JC was the House of Taga, the remnants of a prehistoric megalithic structure said to be the home of the 10 ft. tall giant Guamanian chief Taga. Because of his strength, his own father tried to kill him so he jumped off a Guam cliff and landed on Rota, where he lived and married. He then traveled to Tinian, where he impressed the chief so much with his feats of strength that Taga was named chief of the island. He built himself a home, the remains we see today. Of the original twelve 15-ft tall latte stone pillars, only one remains standing. 

According to legend, Taga’s wife had 12 children, but when one son showed greater strength than his father, Taga got jealous and killed him. His youngest daughter killed him in retaliation, then died of grief. The 12 latte stones contain the spirits of his 12 children, which can only be released when the latte stone falls; the last remaining standing stone contains the spirit of the murderous daughter.

The first recorded illustration of the House of Taga, by British Commodore George Anson, 1742

Do NOT put a scratch the car, they said…

We took 8^th Ave (and a slight detour to Riverside Drive due to a closed road – it started raining and Erin had to open two cattle gates along the VERY overgrown and narrow trail) back up to the SeaBee Memorial. 

The Seabees were the Navy’s Construction Battalion, who quickly finished the North Field construction in 45 days to ready it for the US bombers. 

By then it was raining, and time to head back to the airport. Because of the weather, the two flights ahead of us (the green and blue flights) had to turn back from Saipan, so we were lucky to get off the island. 

The four of us originally were on the same flight, but the chief of staff of the mayor of Tinian missed the call to get on the plane, so he bumped Erin off our flight and onto the next. They’re clearly very casual around here – he ran out onto the tarmac yelling that they forgot him, and the man helping us board took one look at him and said, “Oh, shit.” Not really what you want to hear from the airport official… 

Also on our flight was Saipan congressman Manny Castro from District 2. When he heard we were teachers, he told us he was the Chair of the Education Committee! He was really friendly and ended up driving us back to our hotels, and then came out to dinner with us. 

He was a wealth of information about the history of Saipan and about some of the politics and economic stories of the CNMI, and so friendly! Plus, he seems to be related to pretty much everyone else we met on the island… such is small town life!

Overall, we loved our visit to Tinian. It was a surprising adventure, historically meaningful but a beautiful, sleepy little island that I would encourage anyone to visit.