Imagine flying high above the Pacific Ocean. Imagine leaning out a window and push the eye out, to let him run over the blue sea surface, to find a belt of glittering white sand and palm trees that imprisons a bright green color of the lagoon from smeraldo.Una this image of paradise Ocean during the last war that divided and united at the same time two of the major powers engaged him into military conflict. 
Great America Japan and the fierce faces, on opposite sides of the Pacific Ocean, both across the ocean throwing war fleet, some turning their prows toward the setting sun, the other towards the dawn. Miles of saltwater dividing the two superpowers, but at the same time represented a great and safe way to move to another offesa.Splendidi coral atolls became so important bridgeheads, equipped with military bases in which massed men and equipment, ammunition and weapons, medicines and clothing , intended to combat troops, or ships that ran off in search of nemico.E 'That's why one of those atolls that now we see the window of one day was look like hell, surrounded by fire and flames, ravaged by the horrors of a battle without quartiere.Siamo nell'atollo of Truk in Micronesia, the sea, a belt of coral enclosing a dozen islands covered by dense jungle and the tranquil waters of a shallow lagoon interna.Le over one hundred miles of the circumference of the atoll offered shelter to a formidable Japanese merchant fleet support military operations. 
Dozens of ships at anchor, loaded to capacity expected to sort their cargo, protected by coral atoll by the fury of the waves and the guns of those days any airstrikes americane.In Truk really seemed impregnable, only four passes in the open barrier allow access to those waters tranquille.Pass watch from a distance with powerful long-range cannon capable of destroying any enemy ship had tried to force entry through one of those steps obbligati.Intanto one hundred antiaircraft control the skies, while a large number of fighters was ready to take off to intercept any attack bombers nemici.Eppure on this seemingly impregnable objective focused the attention of the 'Intelligence' americana.E the night of February 17, 1944 the atoll became a heavenly a real inferno.Una violent incursion Hellcat fighter planes hurled against ready to take off and anti-aircraft positions, followed by a huge attack bombers with tons and tons of bombs obliterated the atoll of Truk from the board of war Pacifico.Le defenses were destroyed and was sunk all ships of the great merchant fleet with its precious carico.Le ships still at anchor , flowed above the place in the same location where they were. 
Constraints from heavy anchor chains, nailed to that precise spot from a deadly hail of bombs, torpedoes and proiettili.1300 tons of bombs were dropped .416 in the attack, Japanese planes and 60 ships were lost and 423 buildings reduced macerie.Il 15 August 1945 the Japanese base at Truk chapters, and then was declared "off limits". For 25 years the atoll of Truk was mondo.Per then forgotten by all that time the Japanese fleet of ancient ships rest on the bottom, while the tropical vegetation launched his latest attack on the fortifications Japanese covers the extent and removed almost every traccia.Intanto, at the bottom of the lagoon, were the tiny coral polyps which attack the metal of the ships, providing them with a rigid substrate and away from the mud of the bottom to colonize. For twenty-five years, therefore, kept the waters of the ships sunk in the same condition as they were during the tragic days of the sinking. And the same scenario is now in front of our occhi.Le ships lying on the bottom, with the anchor chain that goes from the eye of Hawse and you lose out on the sand, beyond the limits of visibilità.Le holds filled with goods, cargo safely in today in the same positions in which they were willing now more than 50 years ago. Furnishings are scattered everywhere on the seabed, the structures of the bridges devastated by bombe.Tutto is like that day more than fifty years ago, all as the end of that tragedy, when the ship slowly left the area. While the atmosphere was ravaged by flames of fire, the thunder of explosions, the screams of men mad with terror, and the ship sank, resting gently on the sediment bottom, suddenly in a world of silence and stillness. Everything is as it was then, yes, but with one difference: here it seems that nature is committed to this perk that can rightly be considered a veritable shrine, a monument in memory of all those men who in those days of war perished. Today you can visit these ancient sunken ships. No need to be underwater espertissimi.E 'enough to have achieved any scuba diving adventure to embark on the exciting exploration of these ancient relitti.Le depth is always limited. The waters of the lagoon protect us from the waves and are not affected by intense correnti.La visibility is usually excellent and the temperature pleasantly high. And 'no denying that the spectacle of a sunken ship is still a sad spectacle, sometimes angosciante.E this was the first feeling that while we tried to kick the high peak load Fujikawa Maru.Il his profile appeared to us through the water full of plankton. 
Tetro, distance, bathed in soft corals that were left dangling, clinging to strutture.Ma was just a little closer, to light from near the plate with a powerful underwater light, overwhelmed by utter amazement, the incredible spectacle of the brilliant Things marine.Sfumature colors of yellow, red, purple, which add up to one another, a scenario that depicted admirably otherwise dark and monochromatic. Very quickly we got used to this strange contradiction, the different colors of joy living with these testimonies drammatiche.Costruzioni coral modify the metal structures, they become part, they distort the shapes. We had a kicking on the decks of large navi.Ingombri of twisted metal, winches, cables of steel. And yet the vivid colors of sponges, corals, soft corals of which enveloped the Battaiola, the cleats, spikes carico.Affascinati from this amazing and unusual environment, we had to swim along the corridors, to appear in ships oblò.Un through the day exploring a ship we arrived at the bridge of the large glass windows comando.I were no longer in place and so we could easily push inside. In front of us we found the engine room telegraph: evidence of an ancient way to go for mare.A that time the lever of the engine room telegraph was transmitted the order to slow down the engine, acceleration, making the machine back. Today, modern ships, the commanding officer can act directly on the powerful engine by following commands on the bridge. From the bridge we left to go down. Carefully 
we slipped deeper and deeper through narrow passageways, swimming upside down through the narrow stairways. On the way light the torch has discovered the remains of pottery, dishes, whole, a large lantern on the ground in a alloggio.Continuammo pushing us deeper and deeper into the interior of the wreck, I decided to get more and more into the darkness, crossing cabins and corridoi.Fino when we were not attracted by a light lontana.Istintivamente we headed in that direction, soon found inside a huge stiva.La light filtered from breaking up into bundles of rays azzurrognoli.Ci were moving cautiously, careful not to raise with fins or a clumsy movement of the blanket thin silt that covered everything and that would in visibilità.Ad an instant reset of a sudden a flash caught our attention: a large number of bottles were packed in a brown glass angolo.Bottiglie, still their place in the vaults in which were stowed, stacked one upon the other altre.Più bottles, medicine bottles more piccole.Di sure, as confirmed later by the discovery of boxes full of bendaggi.Attraversammo a bulkhead and the nature of the cargo changed here completamente.Ecco crates and crates of ammunition, bullets each tipo.Un huge load that gives us an idea of \u200b\u200bthe effort that Japan was putting away in guerra.Poco find the fuselage of a Zero fighter, with wings removed and place on earth to look out quick distanza.Ci pilot's cabin, we look at the seat, on-board instruments, yet all their posto.Ma still a ray of light draws us to an isolated point in the dark. We passed a couple of corridors to get to appear on some large openings in fiancata.Fu like looking at a beautiful garden from a window framed by clusters of soft corals colorati.Il reassuring light blue sea of \u200b\u200bthe tropics irresistibilmente.E attracted us so we passed through the window and we left the ship, to fly over the wreck, had grown into a real coral reef and slowly move towards the surface. 
more bizarre objects to be searched on relittiSe one day you will have the good fortune to find yourself diving on the wrecks of Truk Lagoon, do not forget to sharpen the sight, looking for what may be the finding was reached after more bizzarro.Nulla wrecks, everything is even your little posto.Un 'everywhere you will find gas masks, ammunition in abundance, do not be surprised to find automezzi.Ma cups and plates, glasses, utensils cucina.Noi we have gone in the engine room and found a workshop. Attacked the wall, still in place, there were hammers, screwdrivers, wrenches inglesi.E just off a lathe and a drill colonna.Ci we are amazed to find a pressure gauge with the written Italian: Fratelli Martelli, was written on the face of the instrument . But what surprised us most was the discovery of a stack of old records at 75 rpm and a good number of scores musicali.Datevi to do, then, in search of finding the most curious, but do not forget: the depths lagoon Truk proprioMuseo.Guardare are considered a real and not touch anything, then, is the main rule.
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