1941, Monday 01 December;
He stood at the front of the dais, resplendent in full dress uniform, intent on impressing the watching troops. It was a piece of theatre, he knew that but, he felt it important to fully mark the day, and add visual impact to his speech. It wasn’t a long one, but he praised the soldiers and their officers for their endeavours, all their hard work coming to fruition. He went on to remark that in the coming days they would no doubt be called upon to serve their emperor, and he was sure they would give a good account of themselves. The weather was doing its bit, a relatively warm night for this time of year, the small gathering of senior officers seated behind him, also in full dress, and the loud and enthusiastic cry of banzai, left him with a very satisfied feeling.
It had been a year since their inception, a year of creating new training practices, modifying weaponry, adjusting tried and trusted tactics to fit into the likely scenarios of their deployment. A year in which a small band of men had grown into an organisation capable of replenishing itself with continuing groups of recruits. Platoons had grown into companies, and then bigger, with associated support units. And now finally, the 1st Raiding Regiment, a battalion sized formation, was today, formally passed out.
It was an elite unit, selected volunteers from the army, the soldiers were between 20 and 25, their officers only up to the age of 28, excepting commanding officers who could be 35, they were all exceptionally fit. 700 strong, it was organised like a light infantry battalion, platoons of 34 men, each made up of three sections, three platoons formed a company, about 160 men, with an attached heavy machine gun platoon of two type 92 guns, and an anti-tank section, equipped with a single Type 94 37mm AT gun. The three infantry companies were augmented with a combat engineer company of three platoons, equipped with various demolitions, flame throwers and the like.
The regiment, commanded by Major Takeo Takeda, was to be one of two, the second under Major Takeo Komura due to be operational in January, all under the headquarters of Col Seiichi Kume’s 1st Raiding Brigade, along with a transport air regiment of Ki 56 and Ki 57 aircraft. Each aircraft carried between 10 and 13 men, equipped with revolvers and grenades, their rifles and machineguns, along with other equipment would be dropped at the same time in containers. The 3.7mm AT gun, however, couldn’t be dropped, and a transport plane would be deliberately crash landed on suitable ground.
They weren’t the only Japanese parachute unit however, the IJN had seen fit to raise some too, the Yokosuka naval base being home to no less than three light infantry battalions of parachute troops, named as 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Yokosuka SNLF (Special Naval Landing Force). They were similarly armed, but had bigger platoons (45 men) and more crew served weapons, and were to be used tactically in support of amphibious landings.
Speeches complete, it was time for the march past, their boots stamping out a staccato beat across the tarmac of Nyutabaru airfield, home of the IJA Air Service parachutists. The big electric lights, erected for this parade, caught the polished boots, buckles and rifles, making them shinning, adding to the ambiance, while one spotlight shone on General Hideki Tojo, now prime minister of Japan, his small rounded spectacles glinting, as he threw a smart salute back at his marching men. He’d taken a plane out of Tokyo, direct from the Imperial conference to be here, such was his dedication to this unit, while they looked upon a hero, the man who would lead them to war and victory.