On Kakazu Ridge, a miserable little 300-ft. fold in the earth just north of Naha, U.S. Tenth Army infantrymen found out for sure what they had suspected all along: Okinawa would come high.
The fact was driven home first to Lieut. Colonel Byron F. King's battalion. They had come to the ridge after an easy march from their landing places, only to find themselves pinned against a main Japanese defense line, boxed in by artillery fire, their flanks under merciless mortar attack.
Grimly, while their toll of dead and wounded mounted, they dug...
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